Prompt
A solitary woman clad in a thick black wool coat stands quietly beneath towering pine trees, their dark trunks stretching upwards and half-dissolving into the thick swirls of silvery fog that clings and drifts like whispered breath. Her coat’s fibers shimmer damply as loose strands of hair slip free over her collarbone, touched by the chill in the air. She faces away, shoulders slightly hunched, her hands resting casually at her sides, as if lost in thought. The dim filtered light softens the evergreen needles into muted moss greens, while the pine needles underfoot glisten with dewdrops, blurring softly at the edges through the gentle grain of the iPhone’s sensor. The frame captures her from chest-level, with ample negative space of pale mist looming above, and a faint lens flare from a muted sun struggling to pierce the haze. Quiet except for the distant rustle of branches, the moment hangs suspended, cinematic and still—mistbound reverie, shot on iPhone