A solitary tree drifts in a sea of stillness, cradled by the fading hues of dusk. The world around it seems to vanish—sky, water, and mountains dissolving into a quiet void. It is a place without time, where memory softens and the present slips away. The tree does not stand, it floats—anchored not to earth, but to silence itself. In this suspended moment, the familiar becomes distant, and what remains is a breath between worlds, a whisper of something just beyond reach.