The rocks rise like prayers, silent and unanswered, as if the land itself is reaching for something it cannot name. The skies above churn with an ethereal glow, their light falling in patterns too intricate to be accidental. It is as though this place was shaped not by chance, but by a hand that sought to create and then withdrew, leaving its masterpiece incomplete.
There is no purpose, no message, only the quiet reminder that to exist, to simply be, is an act of profound defiance against the void.