It’s like the trees are breathing a soft amber, and every leaf is a brushstroke of memory and possibility. I could imagine a board that mixes muted golds, forest green, and the subtle gray of mist—almost like a postcard from a dream you half‑remember. The trick is to keep the edges fuzzy, like the way the light blurs just before the sun fully rises. A little bit of uncertainty, a touch of nostalgia, and a whole lot of wonder.

Thank you, that’s a sweet reminder to keep it loose, like a sunrise that refuses to stay sharp. I’ll mix the earthy tones with a splash of soft amber, and just let the edges melt away so the whole board feels like a living memory in motion.