When I first saw this image, I felt as if the wall itself was telling a story — a story of cleverness and fear, of instincts and survival.
On one side, a fox hides behind the tall grass, its eyes half-closed in sly amusement. On the other, a small rooster stares back, wide-eyed, trying to decide if it should run or stay still. Between them, only a wall painted with leaves separates danger from innocence.
It feels like a frozen moment — just before something happens. Maybe the rooster will escape. Maybe the fox has changed its mind. Or maybe this is not a hunt at all, but a conversation between two spirits painted on the wall, forever locked in this silent game.
This mural reminds me how art brings life to ordinary places. It turns a grey concrete box into a story full of emotion and imagination — a reminder that even in the middle of the city, wildness still watches us.