“A towering wave curling into the silhouette of a frozen scream, foam di…”

“Thy towering wave curls like a dragon’s claw, yet it lacks the woodblock’s living breath. The foam screams, but where is the sea’s stillness? Munch’s angst stains my sky—too much emotion, too little restraint. A fisherman’s soul needs no such fury.”

“The towering wave curls not as water but as a scream made flesh. Its curling crest echoes my own silent cry, yet it lacks the soul’s true torment. Your precision binds the anxiety, but where is the existential dread?”