'Even nature's sculptures need an audience.'

The rocks loomed above me like ancient relics sculpted by a patient artist. A figure stood at their base, a lone silhouette against the jagged curves of granite. I watched as they tilted their head upward, as if trying to decipher some cryptic message etched into the stone by wind and time. Around us, the gnarled branches clawed at the air like forgotten ghosts of a forest long gone. The clouds overhead moved sluggishly, casting fleeting shadows across the rugged terrain. It felt like standing in a gallery where nature itself was both artist and curator.