


"Whispers of Dawn"
Drift above a fog-laced canopy of ancient trees as the first light of day spills across the horizon. In this quiet hour, the forest exhales—soft, serene, and sacred. Let the warmth of morning pierce the chill, and for a moment, simply breathe. (February, 2024)
Drift above a fog-laced canopy of ancient trees as the first light of day spills across the horizon. In this quiet hour, the forest exhales—soft, serene, and sacred. Let the warmth of morning pierce the chill, and for a moment, simply breathe. (February, 2024)
Drift above a fog-laced canopy of ancient trees as the first light of day spills across the horizon. In this quiet hour, the forest exhales—soft, serene, and sacred. Let the warmth of morning pierce the chill, and for a moment, simply breathe. (February, 2024)