The world is still half-asleep. The air holds its breath. Night hasn’t fully let go, and day hasn’t yet arrived, so everything exists in a q...

The world is still half-asleep. The air holds its breath. Night hasn’t fully let go, and day hasn’t yet arrived, so everything exists in a quiet in-between. The sky softens first—not bright, not dark, but layered with pale blues, lavender, and the faintest trace of gold. Birds begin to speak one by one, ...