He is a boy of dreams… Wearing a Pakol, colored like the mountains. His eyes, half-closed — as if walking gently between sleep and silence. Tiny birds flutter around his head, not in chaos… but in calm, as if they sing lullabies only he can hear. No noise. No war. Just stillness… and peace. He has stepped beyond time — He is the king of quiet minds. If you ever feel tired of life, look into his sleepy gaze. Learn how even silence can be beautiful. 表情符號