Mountains rise like giants, cloaked in mist and mystery, a testament to time, to strength and fragility.
The air is crisp with stories, whispers of ancient paths traveled by feet long gone, a history embedded in stone.
- Alejandra Zambra
Mountains rise like giants, cloaked in mist and mystery, a testament to time, to strength and fragility.
The air is crisp with stories, whispers of ancient paths traveled by feet long gone, a history embedded in stone.