Rock Spiral at Lightning Ridge, NSW

Even the rocks here seem to be plotting something.

The spiral of rocks stretched before me like an ancient message etched into the earth. Its simplicity was deceptive; each stone seemed intentionally placed, as if part of some forgotten ritual or an unsolved puzzle. The sky above was heavy with clouds that threatened rain but held back, casting dramatic shadows over the scene. I imagined this place at night, under a canopy of stars—perhaps then its purpose would reveal itself. A single white tree stood in the distance, defying both logic and the barren surroundings. It looked like it had wandered into the wrong painting but stayed for the view. The air carried that unmistakable scent of impending rain mixed with dust, and I couldn't help but feel like I had stumbled upon something both timeless and transient. It was as if nature and human creativity had conspired to create this moment of quiet wonder.

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