
Golden light spills over rolling hills, where figures move in quiet harmony. A timeless scene unfolds—youths and shepherds woven into the landscape, their gestures fluid as the breeze. The air hums with unspoken poetry, a dream of pastoral serenity just beyond reach.
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Young women weave garlands in a sunlit grove, their bare arms brushing against leaves. The air hums with quiet movement—fabric rustles, stems snap, blossoms tumble into place. A dance of hands and flowers, half-hidden by dappled light.