"Awakening in the quiet mist reveals that every heartbeat is a note in the symphony of the unseen."
In fog-kissed woods where silence lays,
A woman drifts in morning's haze.
Her gown, a river of pure, soft light,
Echoes the dreams that dance from sight.
Breath of the forest swirls in her hair,
As time unravels its delicate snare.
Beneath the trees, the unknown calls,
A wanderer lost where wonder enthralls.
