Under the gaze of the summits

The clouds gently caress the snow-capped peaks, while the lake, motionless, reflects this astonishingly pure scene. The air is crisp, filled with the subtle scent of awakening trees. The silence is broken only by the breath of the wind dancing through the branches. This landscape, between heaven and earth, seems suspended in time, like an invitation to stop, breathe and simply be. How does this moment feel to you?

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