A single light in the drifting mist, a breath of warmth the darkness kissed. The trees stand silent, tall and grim, their twisted arms both fierce and thin. The fallen leaves, like whispered sighs, curl at the roots where memory lies. The world beyond is cold and far— inside, a dream, inside, a star. Who waits within? Who dares to stay, when all the woods have turned away? #ai #aiart #woods #spooky #poetry #saturday