Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog — Art Print After Caspar David Friedrich

He always stood alone on that rock. That's what we learned. That's what we remembered. But perhaps we weren't looking closely enough — because there, to his left, she sits. Still. Upright. Her gaze fixed on the same sea of clouds. She doesn't ask where the journey leads. She's simply there. The way cats always are — quietly, naturally, and exactly where it matters.