alpine basin (tethys’ bath) stillness rests in this cradle of stone, where the sky falls into the water’s lap— cold breath lingers like an ancient sigh, touching the edge of all things alive, yet here, in this frozen mirror, beauty stirs. the mountains lean close, whispering stories of tides long gone, but the lake remembers only silence, only this moment, where nothing moves but light, scattered across tethys’ bath. photograph taken by awhurst