Prompt
A lone woman cloaked in a high-collared, woolen coat stands motionless at the verge of a dew-laden meadow, her breath mingling with the thick, pearly fog rolling over distant hills barely traced behind her. The coat's textured fibers grip subtly damp air, strands of her hair loosening and damp against her neck as she gazes slightly away, absorbing the muted silence. Dawn's faint wash seeps through, casting gentle pastels and cooling green-browns into the soft blur that bleeds the horizon. The iPhone’s grain whispers in shaded corners, a faint flare skirts the pale sun veiled above, and the frame tilts just shy of eye-level, cradling generous mist-filled space around her—edges dissolving like a whispered secret. The quiet rustle of grass underfoot and a lone crow’s call brush the hush. Her solitary figure becomes a still poem of inner calm amid a softened world—mistbound reverie, shot on iPhone