In the heart of a forgotten valley, where golden trees weave whispers into the wind, the White Stag watches over the land. Its antlers catch the light of distant stars, each curve holding secrets of the heavens. Legends say the stag was born from a falling star, its purpose to guard the Golden Grove—an ancient sanctuary where time itself rests in stillness. Travelers who stumble upon the grove speak of an otherworldly calm, a peace so pure it lingers long after they leave. Yet the stag remains, silent and eternal, a guardian of beauty, dreams, and the unseen.
I wanted to make a winter scene with some of the beautiful animals in the Stargazer kit. Although there's no snow in this picture, the trees are mostly bare, making this late fall or early winter.
