Their pain

LB

12/5/2025

Eyes in the dark, watching. The red bleeds through like an open wound—rage, fear, helplessness. The eyes of the panther stare out, haunting and relentless, trapped beneath chains and chaos. The symbols, the patterns—they echo the brutality of poaching, the destruction of ecosystems. The black paint suffocates the canvas, pressing down like the weight of human greed. It's not just pain—it’s survival slipping away, screaming out in red. The panther sees it all. Do you?