Whispers of Frost at Dawn

As the first light of dawn touched the horizon, the world transformed into a dreamscape of ice and fire. Delicate frost clung to submerged branches, sculpted by nature into intricate crystalline forms. The still waters reflected the sky’s radiant hues, blurring the boundary between earth and sky. In this fleeting moment of serenity, I felt as if I had stepped into a realm beyond time—where winter whispered its quiet poetry, and the sunrise painted its reply.