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I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry - everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withering gold engulfed - I won't be young anymore
A hyperrealistic, cinematic Art Nouveau landscape with botanical illustrations and metaphysical elements. Pearl tones highlight a tranquil scene of fading youth, evoking a unique, fantastic view.