On the tranquil river, water lilies and emerald grass floated gently as if nature herself had painted them there. Two ducks, bobbing lazily on the water’s surface, engaged in a soft conversation, their voices harmonizing with the rustling breeze. Across the rippling stream, a slope cloaked in lush trees stood steadfast, while above, clouds—neither stormy nor fully clear—drifted aimlessly, casting fleeting shadows below. It was a scene of quiet beauty, where time seemed to pause and whisper secrets only the river understood.