Small figures repeat, scatter, group together, and drift apart. They look alike, but they’re not the same. This illustration speaks of the crowd, of organized chaos, of bodies moving together without necessarily being connected. Its childlike perspective and minimal scale invite us to slow down and look closely, as if each character were hiding a story. It’s a mass that breathes, that moves in silence, where the simple gesture of the brush shapes a daily, chaotic, and sometimes absurd choreography. This piece is born from play—but also from observation: how many times have we been just one more in the crowd?