Древние страхи

The horizon blazes with an otherworldly crimson as the sun sets over a ghostly expanse of water, where the remains of drowned trees rise like sentinels from the mud. Their gnarled roots stretch across the dark, reflective surface, mirroring the sky’s fiery rage. This haunting scene, captured by marateaman, feels like a threshold between worlds—where nature’s decay meets the sublime. The stillness is profound, almost sacred, as if time has paused to witness the slow return of the earth to silence. It’s a landscape of memory, loss, and primal dread.