A weathered wooden beehive stands alone in an orchard, its planks greyed by years of weather and moss creeping along the edges; fine spiderwebs stretch across the entrance. Around it, tall wild grass was coated overnight with a layer of white frost — every blade crystalline, as if dusted with silver. Behind the hive, gnarled old fruit trees reach out with twisted branches, most of their leaves fallen; what remains is gold and ochre. The sky is pale blue and cloudless. Low morning light comes from the left, casting long shadows over the frozen grass and warming the worn wood of the hive, while the frost in shadow stays cool and almost pearlescent. Nothing moves and there are no bees: the hive is abandoned and the orchard rests, waiting for winter.
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