"The Storm Didn’t Move Her"

A storm‑lit landscape stretches across a wide field alive with motion. Lavender, poppies, and soft blue wildflowers ripple in the wind as lightning flashes across a peach‑and‑light‑purple sky. Rolling green hills brighten for a moment each time the storm cracks open the horizon, and the clouds swirl with that dramatic glow you only get when daylight and thunder are fighting for the sky.

In the middle of the field stands a woman taking in the moment, steady and unbothered by the storm around her. Her lace garment moves with the wind as she stands grounded in the grass, fully present in the wild energy of the scene. The storm rolls, the flowers sway, and she remains calm at the center of it all like the field recognizes her as part of its rhythm.