"A fallen tree trunk stretches horizontally across a still body of water—its surface so calm it feels like glass waiting to be broken. The trunk is weathered and pale, stripped of bark and leaves, lying low and partially submerged. It arcs gently, forming a soft curve that’s mirrored perfectly in the water below. The reflection creates an arch-like shape, as if nature were sketching a doorway between worlds—above and below, seen and imagined.
The water is muted in tone, likely a pond or slow-moving stream, with no visible ripples or disturbance. It holds the reflection with reverence, like a photograph held under glass. Along the far bank, a fringe of green grass and scattered vegetation adds texture to the background, but it remains secondary to the trunk’s quiet dominance.
There are no birds, no movement, no drama—just the stillness of wood and water in quiet conversation. The scene feels like a pause in time, a moment suspended between decay and renewal. The symmetry is subtle but precise, offering a kind of visual breath: inhale the trunk, exhale its reflection." - Copilot