Memory stings like salt on old wounds, the cold pierces the bones, even though the day is just beginning.

Memory stings like salt on old wounds, the cold pierces the bones, even though the day is just beginning. What was, returns - it does not ask for permission, like smoke that settles in the lungs. Was it real? Sometimes I don't know. The earth has long since covered the footprints in the mud. Only ...

Cinematic film still, shot on v-raptor XL, film grain, vignette, color graded, post-processed, cinematic lighting, 35mm film, live-action, best quality, atmospheric, a masterpiece, epic, stunning, dramatic