Mother Womb NFT

She sits where the old world crumbles, yet her presence feels like the first sunrise. Ruins rise around her, but all she holds in her hands is quiet hope— a heartbeat waiting to bloom. The wind moves through her hair like a blessing, carrying whispers of what once was and what will be again. At he...r feet, two fawns rest in trust, their small bodies curled against the warmth of her gown, knowing instinctively that she is safety shaped into human form. Behind her stands the great stag, an ancient guardian who watches over her with a stillness that feels like prayer. Under the blood-red moon, she becomes more than a mother— she becomes promise: the sacred womb where new worlds are made. (more)