Every night, when the world was wrapped in silence and slumber, the Dreaming Tree would stir. Its leaves would rustle softly, whispering stories and hopes into the wind.The gown was crafted from the finest reddis brocade, shimmering with hues of crimson and gold, reflecting the warmth of a dreamer’s passion. Every stitch was infused with the hopes whispered by the tree.- AI generated, upscaled, an edited collage, this png has a licence for private printing with 4921x6614 pixel at 300 dpi.