Whispers Beneath

A ghostly figure stands beneath a weeping willow, its mournful howl echoing through the mist that clings to the ground like a cold embrace. Tears flow down its face, joining the damp air in a quiet, wordless lament. This is the kind of scene you’d drop into when you want to say more than words can carry 🌧️ for the sorrow in the air, 💧 for the tears that fall but never flood.