A barefoot girl walks a winding path through golden wildflowers, carrying baskets as sunlight dances on stone and petal. Her braid sways with memory, and ahead, a moss-roofed cottage waits in the hush of noon. The flowers seem to part for her—not out of habit, but out of love. In this AI-rendered pastoral scene, time slows to a hum, and everything remembers her—the land, the blooms, the silence itself.
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