@marzbal
The forest stands bare, striped of its leaves, its ground carpeted with silent snow.
A pale winter sun spreads a fragile light acros everything,
as if warming the world only in memory.
The roof of the forest cabin bears the weight of snow with quiet resilience, while inside, a gentle warmth rises to chalenge the cold.
Here, in the stillnes between frost and fire, life reminds us that resistance does not always roar sometimes, it simply endures.
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