In this image I see an old woman contemplating the night through her window in a room that is the dining room, at her feet her dog that also looks old and on the wooden floor a clock symbolising time.
With these elements I made a story with surrealist overtones.
The old woman stares through the time-fogged glass.
Outside, the night seems suspended in a dreamlike limbo, as if the world had stopped waiting for a new day that never comes.
At his feet, his faithful companion of years emits small moans amidst the silence, also watching over his restless vigil.
The shadows of the past sway in every speck of dust that the moonlight carries away.
Suddenly, a noise draws the old woman's eye to the wooden clock, whose hand has suddenly stopped.
She looks carefully at its worn shapes, seeing faces of time drawn on its surface, beings representing the cycles that have devoured her existence.
It is then that he notices something disturbing in the room. Something was missing.
He turns slowly and discovers to his horror that the table and chairs have also aged decades in a few seconds. Only the ruins of what once was reign.
The old woman then understands the strange spell of the night, which could show visions of the future as real as the present.
The old age of the soul is revealed in those instants, where the mystery of time takes on tangible forms.
It only remains for her to accept her destiny, whatever path the new day that may never come holds for her.
She is convinced that both her and her dog are contemplating the last night of their days, sometimes time runs so fast that it stops wearily and drags us into the surreal mystery of intangibility.
On another plane, perhaps life will be friendlier and give them what they lacked in this one, especially the love of others.