At dawn, the world awakens, colors bleed into the canvas, a gentle whisper, a promise of a new beginning.
The dew glistens, a jewelry of nature, each drop a wish, a reflection of the stars that guided us through the night.
- Alejandra Zambra
At dawn, the world awakens, colors bleed into the canvas, a gentle whisper, a promise of a new beginning.
The dew glistens, a jewelry of nature, each drop a wish, a reflection of the stars that guided us through the night.