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The forest breathes in quiet stillness as dawn breaks through the fog, illuminating the ancient oaks standing like silent sentinels. Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting the meadow in warm hues while the mist clings to the trunks, blurring the line between earth and sky. This is a moment suspended in time—where nature’s rhythm slows, and the world feels untouched. The air is cool, damp, and alive with the scent of pine and damp earth. It’s a place of solitude, reflection, and quiet wonder, captured perfectly by Dubrovinskiy Mihail’s lens.