A lone figure stands beneath towering trees, their cloak trailing like a whisper on the forest path. The canopy above stretches skyward, sparse yet majestic, adorned with delicate hanging lights that shimmer like forgotten memories. Each elongated trunk reaches upward, framing the figure’s gaze as they look toward the heavens. The forest breathes with quiet magic—grass and small plants carpet the ground, while the air hums with mystery and wonder. This monochrome scene invites reflection, evoking themes of solitude, awe, and the quiet pull of the unknown.