Guardians of the Mist – The Allium and the Black Wolves

In the heart of a mist-laden forest, where silence clings like dew to every leaf, a single purple allium stands radiant and unshaken. Behind it, emerging from the shifting fog, a family of black wolves walks the ancient stone path — not as threats, but as shadows of the wild, guardians of the forgotten.

The allium, bold and vibrant, blooms without fear, its petals reaching like whispers toward the unseen sky. Around it, the world fades into grey, yet it remains the beacon — a delicate symbol of life amidst mystery.

The wolves move with grace and quiet strength, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, their presence neither menacing nor tame. They do not disturb the flower; they honor it, walking as if bound by some sacred truce. Nature here is not divided — predator and bloom coexist in a breathless moment of balance.

This scene is not simply seen; it is felt — a poem in stillness, a story unspoken. The forest holds its secrets close, yet reveals just enough to make your soul ache with wonder.