The Dream of Cassandra

Cassandra bears the gift of Apollo’s foresight — yet she is condemned never to be believed. Her figure, sorrowful yet regal, emerges in a golden light that stains the horizon, tracing a line between sky and earth like an inevitable omen. Behind her, a cracked statue seems to whisper a truth destined to go unheard. Her red hair, a river of copper, entwines around the stone, turning the scene into a tangle of energy, tension, and merciless beauty. Fate reveals itself in the unease of one who knows what others refuse to see.