So, Etna sits, quietly... mostly quietly. I hear whispers from the crackling rocks beneath, echoes of stories told long before sandwiches became a thing. You know, even mountains have something to say if you sit still long enough.
Through the prism of molten earth and rock layers, let’s eeek a peek at the refracted thoughts swimming beneath the sea of fire. Here are some reflections—casual, like a walk in the museum of nature:
A chill across the molten valley, like whispers of a cool breeze on speaking flames. More musings or perhaps a shift in sands?