'Nature's version of a layered cake—no frosting needed.'

I stood atop a rocky outcrop, gazing at the vast expanse of the Flinders Range. The hills rolled out in every direction like waves frozen in time, their rugged outlines softened by dense vegetation. The air was warm but not oppressive, and the occasional gust of wind carried the faint aroma of sunbaked earth and eucalyptus. Shadows stretched long across the valley as the sunlight illuminated every ridge and crevice with an artist’s precision. I could almost hear the silence—an absence of sound so profound it felt alive. It was a silence that demanded respect, as if any noise would disturb something ancient and sacred. The sky above was a canvas of blue streaked with wisps of white cloud, mirroring the serenity below. I traced the path ahead with my eyes, wondering how many footsteps had wandered here before mine.