Dawn breaks in quiet brilliance, the sun rising just beyond the crooked silhouettes of pine. Mist weaves along the water’s surface, veiling the lake in golden hush. Ripples catch the first light, scattering it softly back to the sky. Here, light does not rush — it lingers, it listens. A moment suspended between stillness and becoming.
Paired with The Departure by Max Richter, the music deepens the stillness, threading through the scene like a soft, awakening pulse — a reflection on patience, emergence, and the quiet beauty of transition.
