Original artwork description:

The winter forest here feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for someone to notice the fragile magic lying between the trees.
The pale sun rests above the frozen path, as if deciding whether to rise or simply dream a little longer.
Every branch is dressed in frost, glowing softly like memories that never learned to fade.
And the cold light on the river seems to write its own quiet story — one that warms the heart more than it chills the air.

Materials used:

oil painting on canvas stretched

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