A solitary man in layered earth-tone clothes stands in the center of a dew-dark open field, the heavy fog swallowing distant tree lines into soft, diffuse grey. His breath forms fleeting clouds that mingle with the dawn mist as he remains still, hands tucked into pockets beneath the folds of a woolen coat, the fabric's fibers damp and subtly textured. The gentle pink and pale blue dawn glow slips through the haze, casting muted light across the wet grass and blurred horizon. The iPhone frame captures soft grain in lowering shadows with a slight tilt from waist height, the man's back half-turned, hair tousled by a whispering breeze, small motion blur at the coat’s hem suggesting slow movement. Around him, silence hums with a distant crow’s muffled call and the faint drip of condensation. Negative space swells with the endless fog’s embrace, inviting quiet contemplation—mistbound reverie, shot on iPhone