Silent Strides in the Fog

Description

In the haunting stillness of a fog-drenched night, a solitary tiger glides through the underbrush, its vibrant stripes barely visible in the muted gray surroundings. The moon casts an ethereal glow, illuminating the wet foliage that sparkles like scattered diamonds underfoot. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient trees, echoing the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. As the tiger pauses, its breath becomes visible—a soft wisp that vanishes into the mist, embodying the melancholy of a creature both regal and vulnerable in a world of shadows.