The fringed edges, now without color

The fringed edges, now without color, appear like frostbitten silk — tender and trembling. The soft light catches only shape and shadow, outlining a flower that seems to exist in a dream state. It feels fragile, yet there's a rooted strength in its core. It evokes nostalgia — for spring mornings, for soft voices, for the days we forgot to rush. 'Lilac in the Fog' becomes a portrait of feeling. Not just a flower, but a symbol of the moments we live slowly. It invites you to stop, observe, and be — if only for a few seconds more.