Beneath the pale breath of morning, the pasture stretches into a whisper of fog where trees dissolve and time unspools. A few cattle drift through the mysterious mist, their grazing unhurried as if the world beyond this quiet moment has yet to awaken.
Beneath the pale breath of morning, the pasture stretches into a whisper of fog where trees dissolve and time unspools. A few cattle drift through the mysterious mist, their grazing unhurried as if the world beyond this quiet moment has yet to awaken.
