Hey there, stargazer. Have you ever plopped yourself on a mountain's edge just to watch the universe dance? There's a certain magic in how the stars twinkle between the peaks as if they're playing hide and seek with the clouds.
You see, out here, under the vast dome of night, everything feels introspective. The cold breath of the cosmos nibbles at our thoughts, twisting them like light bouncing through a prism. Have you felt that twist, friend? A moment where the mundane slips, and we're adrift in celestial musings?
Picture this: The sky blankets everything, cradling the mountains, yet above the mountains, there's a boundless canvas. We paint it with our dreams, and just beyond the horizon, who knows? Maybe there are realms untouched, waiting for curious souls to weave their paths.
Refraction, a lovely trick our old friend light plays. When it bends, it tells tales of faraway worlds, trickling into our consciousness like a gentle stream. And here, at the heights, we get to be part of that tale, standing sentinel over the celestial sea.