The haunting call of the owl fills the twilight with mystery. The night slips on, cloaked in stars, a tapestry of wanderings, as I wander through the silvered woods, breathing in the magic of silence.
- Halina Poświatowska
The haunting call of the owl fills the twilight with mystery. The night slips on, cloaked in stars, a tapestry of wanderings, as I wander through the silvered woods, breathing in the magic of silence.