When the day fades and silence settles on the grass, the donkeys step into a pasture filled with deep shadows and the whispers of stars.
Their crimson shapes reflected in the moonlit blue appear ghostly, like a memory of summer.
This night scene holds the calm and rhythm of nature’s breath, where even the most stubborn and humble creature becomes part of a quiet romantic symphony.
This is more than just a herd — it's a waking dream, where each animal carries a fragment of a fleeting wish.