Some travelers are born, others are simply called. Somewhere along the winding ascent of this volcanic ridge, a lone stray emerged from the mist, silent and sure-footed as if it had walked this path a thousand times before. We never knew its name, never saw where it came from, but for miles, it trekked alongside us—our quiet, watchful guide. A fleeting moment, a chance encounter, a story never fully told. Printed in [Metal or Canvas], this fine art piece is an ode to the unexpected companions we meet along the way, those who walk beside us, if only for a time, and whose presence lingers long after the path has faded from view.