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Mist hums like old prayer, moonlight kneels on broken waves, time forgets to move. In the beginning, there is only stillness, the kind that feels ancient. The river doesn’t flow; it waits. Its waters hold the residue of forgotten songs, and the trees along its edge lean in, listening to what they once were. Blue drips into deeper blue, the color of memory before words.
A serene, misty landscape at twilight featuring a reflective water body, silhouetted trees, and a glowing moon, creating an ethereal and tranquil atmosphere.