Spines radiate like engraved sunbursts while fleeting blossoms crown margins, annotated with Latin names that feel like whispered prayers. The artwork explains storage, shade, and timing, so every petal becomes a calendar, every thorn a shaded promise that survival favors measured thirst and clever architecture.
Ears eclipse faces on tiny portraits, collecting imagined breezes that carry footsteps and seeds. The renderings balance cuteness with honesty, underscoring predation, scarcity, and nightly hunts. Viewers learn to respect silence, reading dune lines as if musical scores written by wind and wary whiskers.