RUSTLINGS OF WINTER IN MY DREAMS

Rustlings of Winter in My Dreams

As the bite of autumn settles upon the world, I find myself drifting into dreamscapes where winter reigns. The air crackles with a sharp breeze, carrying with it the promise of snow-laden landscapes and frozen ponds. In these visions, naked trees sway in phantom winds, their branches heavy with ethereal snowflakes. I wander through still forests, t

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