Golden sunbeams slant through the forest canopy, spilling light in soft, shifting ribbons. Dust motes drift lazily where warmth meets shadow, turning the air to gold. The road below glows in patches, dappled like a painter’s brushstroke across the quiet earth.
Golden sunbeams slant through the forest canopy, spilling light in soft, shifting ribbons. Dust motes drift lazily where warmth meets shadow, turning the air to gold. The road below glows in patches, dappled like a painter’s brushstroke across the quiet earth.