At the center lies an old, decaying boat, grounded in a field of golden, rain-soaked grass — a vessel far from water, stranded in time. Above it, a weathered wooden frame stands empty, its chains swaying gently in the damp air, while in the distance, mist clings to the mountains, softening their blue-gray edges against a muted sky. Scattered crows punctuate the scene, their presence adding to the sense of solitude and mystery.
The landscape feels still, yet full of ghosts — a place where stories have settled like dust. “Lost…” isn’t just about being misplaced; it’s about what remains when purpose fades and nature reclaims what’s left behind.