Even the lake agrees—minimalism is in style.

The water glimmered in the sunlight, rippling gently against the few defiant branches that broke its surface. They seemed to float there like forgotten relics of a time when the lake was fuller, their dark forms contrasting sharply against the golden hues of the water. I found myself drawn to their quiet elegance. There was something almost poetic about their stark simplicity—the way they stood half-submerged yet unyielding. A faint breeze carried whispers from the distant tree line, though it was hard to tell if it was real or imagined. The horizon stretched endlessly, a reminder that even amidst desolation there is beauty waiting to be found.