Elise Wolff

In the muted glow of a winter evening, a solitary figure lays in bed, gazing through the window. The room is softly tinted with a hint of green light coming from the outside world. Yet, within these walls, a sense of emptiness hangs in the air.   Nearby, a fishbowl sits on a table, housing a lively community of fish. Their movement seems to contrast with the stillness of the room, like they're in their own little world, swimming about without a care, oblivious to the human that lies next to them.