@yanatokarchuk
A tree stands alone, its branches tracing time like hands on a quiet clock 🌳🕰️. Clouds drift above, soft as forgotten thoughts ☁️. Snow begins to fall — slow, silent, certain ❄️. On the horizon, light bends like an allegory, whispering that even endings are beginnings 🌅✨.
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