πβ¨ Out here in the stillness of the woods, I met a young female nightwolf β silent, graceful, and alive in the shadows. Her world begins when ours grows quiet, and under the watch of the stars she roams free. π¦π«
The night belongs to the curious, and I love sharing it with the little beings who thrive when darkness falls. Even the spiders weaving their silver threads remind me that the forest never truly sleeps. π·οΈπ
Every night outside feels like stepping into a secret story β and tonight, I was lucky enough to capture just one chapter.
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