A quiet, mist- laden forest in the Blue Ridge Mountains as dawn breaks. Golden beams of sunlight pierce through the dense canopy of towering trees, illuminating the morning mist that hovers just above the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, with clusters of rhododendrons blooming in shades of deep magenta and soft lilac. A red fox emerges from the undergrowth, its fur glowing subtly in the warm morning light as it carefully steps over a moss- covered log. The forest feels untouched and sacred, a moment of pure stillness before the world awakens