A blanket of dense white clouds shifted silently around an island cradled within their embrace. The night's shadow was already in retreat, driven back by the first rays of dawn.
Golden light spilled over the horizon, washing across the land in a slow, radiant tide. It bathed the island in brilliance, and for a fleeting moment, the place seemed less like earth and more like a vision carved from myth.
At the heart of the island rose a tree unlike any other. Towering, colossal, its trunk was wider than a vast city's walls, its crown stretching far enough to veil the horizon.
Its branches were a living mosaic: one limb bore green leaves vibrant with life, another gnarled and pale, its foliage ashen-gray, while yet another shimmered faintly, as if its leaves were made of translucent crystal.
It was a singular being, yet carried the weight of countless worlds within its form.