Last Light of Winter

Alone, delicate, and unyielding, she clings to the last whispered secrets of winter. Her slender frame wearing the remnants of frost like a faded gown, spun from the softest silver and ash. The air is thick with a tender stillness as if the world dared not breathe, entranced by her quiet beauty. In this fleeting moment between seasons, she’s both a memory and promise—a final, wistful sigh as the world awakens, holding winter’s heart in her fragile hands…

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