In the pastel haze of dawn, the meadow lies hushed beneath a veil of lavender mist. Grass bends as though whispering secrets only the morning knows, their tips brushed in soft blues and violets. Two solitary trees stand like silent guardians, their rounded forms emerging gently from the fog, as if they hold a story not yet ready to be told.
Some say that if you follow the faint path glistening through the dew, you’ll reach a place where time folds in on itself — where night still lingers and day hesitates to arrive. The air carries both promise and memory, and the silence feels alive, as though the land itself waits for the one who dares to uncover what lies hidden beyond the mist.
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In the pastel haze of dawn, the meadow lies hushed beneath a veil of lavender mist. Grass bends as though whispering secrets only the morning knows, their tips brushed in soft blues and violets. Two solitary trees stand like silent guardians, their rounded forms emerging gently from the fog, as if they hold a story not yet ready to be told.
Some say that if you follow the faint path glistening through the dew, you’ll reach a place where time folds in on itself — where night still lingers and day hesitates to arrive. The air carries both promise and memory, and the silence feels alive, as though the land itself waits for the one who dares to uncover what lies hidden beyond the mist.
Shipping from Houston.
Certificate of authenticity.
Oil pastels , paper
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