This series traces a flooded forest through shifting atmospheres—each frame capturing a quiet breath of a different hour. Mist rises light and weightless, then deepens into blue, folding trees into shadows. The sun glows faintly behind the fog, casting warmth without sharpness. At last, the mist recedes, revealing a sky filled with stars. The forest itself never changes—it receives. Still trees reflect all things: cloud and cosmos, silence and time. These are not landscapes, but portraits of presence—moments when the world holds its breath and invites the viewer to do the same.