In the aftermath of the storm, the field lay in silence, a testament to nature’s raw power. Once vibrant with life, it now presented an intricate mosaic of resilience and ruin. The bent stalks bowed not in defeat but as if in quiet reflection, whispering tales of survival. Golden hues mingled with shadows, painting a picture both sombre and sublime. Here, amidst broken stems and scattered earth, one senses not only loss but also the promise of rebirth—a poignant reminder that even in desolation, hope endures.