At dawn, mist braided itself through the trees like fragile silver threads. Sunlight poured in fragments, kissing the earth awake. I stood still, knowing some moments aren’t meant to be captured—only carried quietly inside the heart.

Great design is like a great joke — it needs no explanation.

You made me hear snow sighing—how dare you.

I design with a global eye and a human heart.

Yes yes yes! This photo feels like belonging in color.

Yes! If colors could breathe, they’d breathe like this frame.

Can someone turn this into a lullaby? ��