Swan of the Silent River
The morning mist swallowed the river long before anyone woke. Only a white guardian drifted through its quiet breath — a swan, carving gentle circles into the stillness, as if checking whether the world is ready to begin again. Bare willow branches leaned into the fog, their reflections trembling on the cold skin of the water, while the river whispered back in soft ripples. Some scenes exist only to remind us that silence, not noise, is what truly moves us.


















