A lone fir tree stands on a vast snowy field, pure white snow stretching to the horizon. The only decoration on the tree is the naturally accumulated snow, which droops slightly under the weight of the branches. The sky is a gradation of pastel pink and lavender, and it is the twilight hours before sunrise. In the distance, the silhouette of a small mountain range can be seen. Around the tree, patterns in the snow created by the wind, the sastrugi, create delicate shadows. A poetic winter landscape where solitude and beauty coexist in a minimalist composition stripped down to the bare essentials.