一直想画一片会发光的树林，玻璃这个念头是某天下雨盯着窗户冒出来的。树干里封着的小山小房子是这张的灵魂，要细看才看得到，这种藏东西的感觉我很喜欢。
Night photograph of an ancient forest of towering transparent glass trees, thick imperfect trunks filled with delicate fractures, branches like crystalline veins reaching into a fog-covered sky. Heavy rain strikes the canopy, scattering tiny highlights and distorted reflections. Warm amber light moves through the trunks like liquid fire, revealing miniature worlds sealed inside: distant mountains, abandoned houses, tiny moons, fragments of forgotten cities. A lone traveler in a dark waterproof coat walks a narrow muddy path with a small tungsten lantern, faint ripples in shallow puddles at each step. The forest dissolves into the distance until the trees merge with the stars. Low eye-level perspective, lens droplets, volumetric fog, rich blacks, amber against desaturated teal, realistic wet fabric and ground, cinematic photography, eerie calm.