"Awakening in the mist reveals the beauty hidden in the struggle for light."
Spectral trees reach toward a shrouded sky
Beneath their grasp, the shadows softly lie
Delicate whispers of green stretch for the sun
In an enchanting realm where lost souls might run
Fog drapes the earth in a ghostly embrace
As undergrowth yearns for a flicker of grace
Wanderers pause, caught in the stillness of dawn
In this haunting expanse, the familiar feels drawn
