In the heart of night, a shroud of fog weaves its way through the air, cloaking the landscape in soft mystery. The shadows deepen and swirl around like ancient whispers, where the outlines of trees become ghostly silhouettes against the towering, star-speckled sky. The entire scene breathes a sense of longing, as if the night itself holds its breath in reverence of unshed tears. Each detail, each color, is diffused through the dense blanket of fog, transforming the ordinary into an ethereal realm, inviting the viewer to step into a moment suspended in time.
