A young boy stands beneath an apple tree, barefoot and thoughtful, a quiet figure rooted in golden grass. The orchard hums around him—distant blossoms, the hush of wind, a river threading softly toward the village on the hill. He holds the fruit not as prize, but as memory—of seasons past, of words unspoken, of time moving slowly in places that still believe in stillness. This painterly AI artwork evokes the timeless quiet of youth and the delicate ache of becoming.