🌄 **Morning with Venka**

The morning unfolds like a silk scarf soaked in light.

The lilies burn red — their fragrance is dense, almost honeyed, filling the space, mingling with the delicate notes of lavender. Blue, quiet, it stands aside like a memory of the sea in the field.

Venka — a cat with the gaze of a philosopher — has already embarked on his travels. His paws leave no traces, but they leave a feeling that something important has just happened. He disappears among the flowers like a thought that has not yet formed into words.

📊 On the screen — graphs. They blush as if reflecting the sun rising above the horizon. The coin that was bet on — the one that seemed just another among thousands — slowly, confidently rises.

☕ And you stand, inhaling the aroma of lilies and lavender, listening to the silence in which the day is already sounding.

Morning.

Not just a beginning — but a promise.

Good morning...