Io

There, Io keeps watch.

At the far western edge of the world, where the horizon dissolves into nothingness, lies a meadow no atlas dares to name. There, Io keeps watch: a mythical heifer, motionless at the threshold of things. Her gaze, as vast as eternity, reaches into the soul of anyone who dares to venture there. To plunge into that immensity, they whisper, is to reveal oneself entirely, stripped of every lie. Some flee, others linger… but all, in the end, lose themselves in her silence.