RUSTLINGS OF WINTER IN MY DREAMS

Rustlings of Winter in My Dreams

As the numbing of autumn settles upon the world, I find myself drifting into dreamscapes where winter reigns. The air crackles with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the whisper of snow-laden landscapes and frozen ponds. In these visions, naked trees sway in ghostly winds, their branches heavy with ethereal snowflakes. I wander through silent fores

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