The mountains were never just mountains. They were sleeping giants, holding forgotten dreams beneath their shadows. The trees stood like silent guardians, watching time dissolve into the golden mist, while the fields stretched endlessly toward a horizon that didn’t seem to belong to this world. Somewhere between the last light of day and the beginning of a dream, I forgot whether I was wandering through a landscape… or through a memory that had been waiting centuries to find me. The wind carried no words, yet somehow, I understood everything. 🍂⛰️✨