Dawn

 As the first rays of dawn peeked through the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the land, a lone figure stood atop a hill, their back turned to the rising sun. The air was crisp and cool, the grass beneath their feet still damp from the night's dew. The figure wore a long, flowing cloak that billowed in the gentle breeze, obscuring their features from view. They stood motionless, as if waiting for something, or someone. As the sky began to lighten, the figure slowly turned around, revealing a face that was both beautiful and haunting. It was as if they were a ghost from the past, returned to witness the start of another day.