A snowy owl perched on a bare branch, its feathers a mottled mix of white and gray, with piercing yellow eyes gazing out into the frosty landscape, surrounded by a perfectly formed snow-covered pine tree, with snowflakes gently falling around it as if in sync with its natural stillness, the owl's feathers softly glowing in the dappled light of the winter sun peeking through the gaps in the dense branches, a serene and majestic symbol of winter's quiet power.

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A snowy owl perched on a bare branch, its feathers a mottled mix of white and gray, with piercing yellow eyes gazing out into the frosty landscape, surrounded by a perfectly formed snow-covered pine tree, with snowflakes gently falling around it as if in sync with its natural stillness, the owl's feathers softly glowing in the dappled light of the winter sun peeking through the gaps in the dense branches, a serene and majestic symbol of winter's quiet power.