The lines begin at her eyes.

They map forty years. Forty dry seasons. Forty migrations across a landscape that shrinks a little more each decade. She has buried calves. She has outrun fire. She has stood between her herd and men with rifles.

Look at this face long enough and you stop seeing an elephant. You see a survivor.

She is still here because someone chose her. Rangers walk her territory before dawn. Scouts radio her position through the acacia. Families stake their futures on her continued existence.

40% of this purchase funds them directly. Not a charity. A partnership.

Your wall becomes part of her story.