Valencia CF

The sun wakes gently, stretching its golden rays across the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of amber and blush.

Night's lingering shadows retreat as light spills over the earth, illuminating dew-kissed grass and still waters.

The first beams touch the tallest trees, their leaves shimmering like tiny mirrors reflecting the morning's promise.

As the sun climbs higher, its warmth spreads, rousing the world from slumber. Birds begin their songs, their melodies blending with the faint hum of awakening life.

The air grows brighter, the soft glow intensifying into a radiant embrace, heralding the start of a new day filled with endless possibilities.

Izan awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through his curtains, the warmth of the Valencian sun gently coaxing him from his dreams.

He stretched languidly, his lean, athletic frame easing into motion, muscles humming with the readiness of a new day.