Even the teddy bear looks like it's waiting for rain.

Walking further along the dry expanse, I stumbled upon something unexpected—a small teddy bear tucked carefully into the hollow of an ancient tree. It looked out of place yet oddly fitting, as though someone had left it there to guard the silence. The fabric was worn and faded, its stitched smile holding onto a memory long forgotten. I couldn’t help but wonder about its journey—who had placed it there and why? The scene felt like an unspoken message left behind by time itself. Around it, the land stretched endlessly, its quiet broken only by the occasional rustle of dry grass. It was strange how something so small could hold such weight amidst all this vastness. I lingered for a moment longer before moving on, leaving the bear to its watchful solitude.