A weathered farmhouse stands against the Austrian countryside, its wooden beams and sloping roof softened by time. Golden light spills across the scene, blurring the line between reality and dream. The land feels alive, humming with quiet energy beneath the structure’s sturdy presence.
Slender birch trunks rise like pale ghosts, their black markings stark against the dappled light. The forest floor shimmers with golden leaves, a silent carpet beneath the vertical dance of trees. Each slender form repeats into the distance, creating a rhythm that pulls the eye deeper into the woods.