A youthful wanderer and a white dog stand on a cliff edge overlooking misty floating islands at golden dawn. They look up at a glowing feather.

A youthful wanderer stands at the edge of a misty cliff, bathed in golden dawn light. Their expression is serene, eyes lifted toward the sky, unaware of the precipice beneath their feet. They wear layered garments of soft ivory, faded plum, and antique gold—flowing, slightly tattered, yet regal in their simplicity. A small satchel hangs from their shoulder, embroidered with celestial symbols. In one hand, they hold a white rose; in the other, a carved walking staff crowned with a crystal orb. A loyal white dog leaps beside them, mid-motion, tail raised, eyes alert. Behind them, the path winds through a dreamlike landscape of floating islands, ancient ruins, and blooming wildflowers. Above, a single feather drifts in the air, glowing faintly. The atmosphere is one of innocence, infinite possibility, and sacred trust in the unknown. See more