Orange Solace
Reflection
In the embrace of twilight's hush, where orange petals fall like snow, a woman stands, her silhouette a gentle curve against the fading light.
Her dress, a canvas of vibrant blooms, whispers tales of seasons past.
The tree, a sentinel of solitude, watches over her tranquil reverie.
As the moon ascends, a glowing orb in the velvet sky, the world is bathed in an ethereal glow.
In this serene tableau, time stands still, and the beauty of the moment is forever preserved.