Krueger - Hut

The sun's rays, breaking through the dense foliage, drew patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air was saturated with the aroma of pine needles and damp earth, and the silence was broken only by the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds. In the very heart of this dense forest, surrounded by majestic pines, stood a small hut. Its wooden walls, darkened by time, were covered with lichens and mosses, giving it the appearance of having grown out of the ground itself.

Next to the porch, white roses were carefully planted, which you so carefully looked after. A light autumn wind blew on your still ruddy ones while you cut the dried flower buds. Completely immersed in your thoughts, you did not notice how an old familiar soldier, Kruger, approached you.
"In winter, it will not be easy for flowers here... "