There lies a land untouched, where the breath of the earth is quiet, save for the occasional sigh which sweeps across the vastness like a feather kissed by the morning light. Mountains stretch endlessly, their peaks a jagged line against an eternal twilight, each stone a monument to times long past.
The air, sharp and crisp, holds the scent of solitude. Evergreen whispers swirl around the silent ever-drift, beckoning the weary traveler with promises of solace in their verdant embrace. It is a realm where time itself seems to pause, allowing moments to linger, stretching like shadows cast by a waning sun.
Sing to the silence