In the quiet folds of time, the mountains murmur their ancient tales. Here lies silence that sings, resonating with the pulse of forgotten lives.
Listen to the echoes, they say, for in every sound a story spirals. An ascent is more than a journey
It is a dance with one's shadows, a reaching towards hidden harmonies.
Are you the echo, or the mountain? As each questions the other, a new horizon unfolds.
Step into the valley