Blanketed in quietness, the land stretches softly beneath morning fog and recalls something long forgotten. Without motion, the land appears suspended—untouched by time, echoing a slower rhythm when mornings began with dew and the promise of better days.
Blanketed in quietness, the land stretches softly beneath morning fog and recalls something long forgotten. Without motion, the land appears suspended—untouched by time, echoing a slower rhythm when mornings began with dew and the promise of better days.
