Ember in the Mist

As twilight pours gold into the forest, a single stag emerges on a stone path wrapped in fog and fire. The sunset behind him burns low like a fading memory, casting molten light through the trees, outlining his antlers like a crown forged by nature itself. He stands in perfect stillness—an ancient spirit caught between dusk and dream.

This is no mere moment in time, but a passage. A gatekeeper of realms seen and unseen, the stag holds your gaze like a mirror to something forgotten yet deeply known. His breath is soft, his stance proud. Around him, silence thickens, yet the air hums with the low hymn of the woods as day exhales its last light.

The path beneath his hooves seems endless, curving into stories untold. The flame-colored sky reflects in his eyes, wild and knowing. Here, in this glowing hush, nature pauses to remember its soul—and so do you.