
Stepping into the unknown, where the earth breathes in green.

Following ancient footprints etched in stone and memory.

In the mist, the old gods still whisper.

Above the clouds, a city dreams in stone

Keepers of the quiet hills, standing between earth and sky.

The river carves its song into the bones of the mountains.

Beyond each misted ridge, another mystery unfolds

A silent sentinel watches over the misted valleys.
