Temple of the Heart

In the stillness of a storm-laden valley, a solitary traveler pauses on jagged rocks, drawn to the ancient spire rising from the fog. The air hums with quiet reverence, as if the mountain itself holds a secret. This is not just a landscape—it’s a threshold, a place where the soul meets the wild. The wind whispers through the heather, and in that moment, the heart finds its temple. The storm may rage, but here, in the embrace of stone and sky, there is peace.