Upon the edge of eternity, a lone tree stands, its branches aflame with the blush of dawn. Behind it, the sun rises — a radiant crimson disc that ignites the heavens and spills light across the ancient mountains below. Shadows stretch and retreat, bowing to the birth of a new day, while a quiet wind whispers through the valley like a forgotten prayer.
The mist drifts between jagged peaks, veiling the land in an ethereal silence. Flocks of birds cut across the glowing horizon, tracing fleeting paths through the morning air. In this sacred stillness, time seems to pause — as if the world itself inhales before another breath of existence. The crimson sun watches over all, eternal and serene, a symbol of both ending and beginning.
Created by Indah Widyaningrum with support from AI.