The trees by the water are not only a literal reflection, but also a reflection of our feelings. The thin mist that envelops the landscape creates a sense of silence and fragility. These trees, like people, stretch their branches in different directions, each living its own story, its own past and present. In their reflection is the duality of our existence: what is visible and what is hidden beneath the surface. It is like a ghostly world where reality and illusion merge, and you cannot be sure where one ends and the other begins.