Mystical mist.

The world feels hushed here, as if winter has laid a gentle hand over everything and asked it to rest. Shapes soften in the fog; distance dissolves into quiet uncertainty. Even the houses seem to withdraw into themselves, holding warmth and memory behind pale walls while the land waits, patient and still. There is something comforting in this muted landscape — a reminder that not all pauses are empty. Some are simply the earth breathing in, gathering strength, trusting that clarity and color will return when the time is right.