At the edge of the river, the year quietly turns a page. The sky glows in soft shades of orange and blue, and the moon watches without a word. A woman walks her dogs across the grass, their footsteps light, their breath calm. This moment does not shout its meaning; it whispers it. New Year is not only fireworks and noise, but also these gentle pauses that remind us we are alive. In this peaceful scene, the city rests, nature listens, and hearts begin again. The future does not rush—it walks beside us, patiently, like a loyal companion on a long leash.
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