I imagined sitting in front of the tent door in a field on the edge of the forest behind the village. It was some unknown night. The sky is clear, the stars are sparkling. The forest presents itself in a somewhat mysterious silhouette, with blurry colours as if absorbing all the dark elements of the night while accompanied by the sound of crickets, owls, and the flapping of bats on the branches of a fig tree. The rest is peace in perfect form. I was happy to spend the night there. In the name of such imagination, I wrote everything that came to mind on my digital canvas, and the results are attached to this post.
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