In this surreal and quiet landscape, nature whispers of what once was. Bleached branches stretch skyward like ancient hands in prayer, rooted in the sands of time. Under a midnight-blue sky, the dunes become a sacred ground—a threshold between endings and rebirth. The image holds a silent spirituality, a stillness that speaks of solitude, surrender, and the slow, unseen rituals of renewal. Every shadow, every curve in the sand, feels like a trace left by a spirit passing through.