Krumm

A gust of wind whispered through the tall grass, and I was suddenly twelve years old again, lost in the whimsical world of 'Little Monsters.' A young sapling, stretched its eyes towards the sky. Like a curious child peeking through a curtain, it seemed to fix its eyes on me as I fumbled with my camera. The scene, frozen in time, was a perfect snapshot of playful defiance. As the wind blew through the grass, my shutter snapped, and I was so grateful for this moment.