Even the trees look like they’re gossiping about the cliffs.

The cliffs ahead seemed to hold their own gravity, pulling my gaze toward their rugged faces. The interplay of shadow and light across their surfaces was hypnotic, as though the sun and clouds were locked in a quiet conversation. Below, the forest stretched endlessly, its canopy rippling like a green ocean frozen mid-wave. I leaned slightly over the edge—carefully—to catch a glimpse of what lay directly beneath. A bird darted out from the trees below, its wings cutting through the air with a precision that felt almost mechanical. The wind carried faint hints of earth and leaves, grounding me in this moment that felt both infinite and fleeting. I could hear distant voices from other travelers on the trail, their excitement blending with the natural hush of this place. It was as though we all shared an unspoken pact to tread lightly here.