Depiction：
In the still hush of a deep green room, where silence drapes itself like silk, the crescent moon lingers in the window, a quiet guardian of midnight thoughts. A vase, etched with the language of leaves and old stories, reaches skyward with golden and silver branches, as if listening for something just beyond the air. A letter rests beside a small, amber drink—both unopened, both glowing softly in the moonlight, as though they carry a secret not meant to rush. A blue cat sleeps curled in perfect trust on a striped armchair, still blissfully unaware, sensing no need for haste. In this moment of waiting, time slows to a hush, and the spirit leans gently inward. Perhaps, as the poets of old Persia mused, there is nothing in the world more eloquent than quietness—especially when it holds the shimmer of news not yet read.
