These rocks look like they’re auditioning for Jenga.

The rocks stood like ancient sentinels overlooking the world below, their jagged edges softened by eons of wind and rain. I traced my fingers along one of the weathered surfaces—cool to the touch yet radiating an unspoken warmth from the sun above. The city below seemed impossibly small from this vantage point, its hum of life muted by the sheer vastness of the landscape. A bird swooped low over the cliffs before disappearing into the endless expanse of blue sky. There was something comforting about this place; it felt like a reminder that even in chaos, some things remain steadfast. I couldn’t help but smile at how nature has a way of putting everything into perspective without uttering a single word.