Diffusion en arrière-plan
As the sun pauses to dip below the horizon, a solitary owl perches on a branch, surrounded by a blooming meadow. Her eyes seem to hold all secrets, and her wings flutter gently as she gazes out into the endless expanse of the winter wonderland. Her eyes are filled with a soft, soft light that blends seamlessly with the bloomed field, and she appears as if the world itself is alive, still alive.