Misty Morning at Cradle Mountain, Cradle Wombat

When nature decides to play hide-and-seek.

The morning at Cradle Mountain was enveloped in a thick mist that lent an air of mystery to the landscape. I walked down a wet pathway towards the lake, surrounded by lush shrubs and grasses. The water stretched out before me, its surface calm and reflective under the grey sky. The distant mountains were hidden behind a veil of fog, creating an almost ethereal scene. It was a moment of pure tranquility, where nature's beauty was both revealed and concealed by the mist.

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