The clock struck three in the morning. The cold air penetrated his bones, making the blanket feel so comfortable. However, outside, the sky promises priceless views. I knew that an opportunity like this didn't come every day.

With a heavy heart, I got out of bed, fumbling around for my thick jacket and gloves. Every step felt heavy, fighting the drowsiness that was still hanging over me. Outside, the morning dew moistened the leaves, creating a thin mist that enveloped the village. The sky was still dark, but the stars shone brightly, as if welcoming my arrival.

The old house stood firmly in the middle of the garden. Its classic architecture, with a triangular roof and large windows, created a beautiful silhouette under the night sky. Around it, green plants grew abundantly, adding contrast to the dramatic scenery.

My fingers trembled as I set up the tripod and camera. The cold air made my hands feel stiff. The dark sky began to show purple and blue hues, a sign that dawn would soon arrive.

Seconds by seconds passed. Cold started to creep up on my body, but I didn't care. The sight before my eyes was too beautiful to miss. The stars dimmed, replaced by the brighter light of dawn.

Finally, the sun began to appear on the eastern horizon, bathing the old house in golden light. I smiled, my struggle was not in vain. The photos I took this morning were proof that true beauty requires sacrifice.