A girl stands in a sunlit meadow, her lips parted in song. Wildflowers sway around her, their colors bright against the fresh green grass. The air hums with the quiet joy of spring, as if the earth itself is joining her melody.
A child in a nightgown tiptoes past a looming goose, eyes wide with mischief and fear. The nursery rhyme springs to life—whispers of “Goosie, Goosie Gander” hang in the air. Shadows stretch long; feathers ruffle. One wrong step, and the game begins.
A frost-laced countryside hums under pale light, bare branches etching the sky. The hush of snow muffles distant echoes—perhaps footsteps, perhaps a melody carried on the cold air. Winter holds its breath here.