These valleys, these rivers- creased, folded, and pushed. What wisdom mountains house. My God- they are Gods. My God has feet of Earth. We are flickering moths in migration.
"These valleys and rivers have been shaped and sculpted by natural forces over time, revealing the profound wisdom contained within the mountains. They serve as testament to the Earth's enduring power and beauty, almost divine in their grandeur."
"The mountains embody a divine presence, as if they are gods themselves, grounded with Earth as their foundation. We are tiny, transient beings like flickering moths, constantly migrating through these awe-inspiring landscapes, appreciating their timeless majesty."
