Silver Grey

At the crest of a mountain range, wind sweeps across stone that has stood for ages. Clouds gather at the peaks, rolling and folding into one another in shades of slate and silver. The air is cold and clean, humming with distant thunder. Layers of ancient rock reveal themselves in rippling textures, shaped by time and weather. It is a place where nature is powerful, silent, and endlessly moving — even when everything appears still.