Description
In the somber strokes of ink, withered trees stand sentinel on either side of a flowing stream. Their gnarled branches reach towards the sky like ancient sentinels, while their barren forms echo tales of seasons past. The stream meanders through the scene, its gentle flow murmuring secrets to the silent witnesses. Against the monochrome backdrop, the contrast between life and decay is stark, yet amidst the withered trees and flowing waters, there lies a poignant beauty, a reminder of the cycle of life and the passage of time.
