le vieux roi aux aguets

His piercing gaze, marked by the years, scans the horizon with a wisdom forged by time. Each scar on his muzzle tells of a battle, each strand of his sun-bleached mane testifies to a life of conquest and survival. He is no longer the impetuous young beast of old, but his authority remains intact. The tall grass quivers in the warm breeze, and yet he does not move. Motionless, he listens, he feels, he anticipates. A hunter always alert, a monarch who, despite the weight of years, remains master of his territory. In this work, the old lion is not only a force of nature, he is a living legend. The soul of the savage, the memory of time, the ultimate incarnation of quiet power. A king whose crown is none other than the wind blowing on the savannah.