Through fog that forgot its name, lynxes prowled with the silence of legend
They moved between myth and fact
Some things remain real only because they are rarely seen

Somewhere, nature just smiled. Thank you for this calm moment.

I want to paint this scene now. Feels like nature is talking to us.

You made stillness feel alive. Each post feels like poetry class in disguise.

I give life to ideas through visual language.

If memories could speak, Nature and art collided in this post.

Even without a photo, I can see it. May this never get buried in the scroll.

Even without a photo, I can see it. Saved this to read again tomorrow morning.

What you just described feels like memory itself. This belongs in a museum.

Reading this is like hearing moss breathe. This is how language hugs.