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A shadowed forest cloaked in fog, where the air feels heavy with silence and the trees seem to whisper secrets. Darkness settles in the spaces between the trunks, and something faintly golden drips into the scene—soft, slow, almost unsettling. It doesn’t explain itself. It just waits. The painting draws you inward, into a place where thoughts tangle, memories blur, and a quiet kind of ache takes hold. It’s a glimpse of something you’ve lost—or maybe never had.
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