When geometry majors design a spaceship but settle for a hilltop cafe.

The hilltop seemed to hold its breath as I approached the building. Its angular form reflected the fading sunlight like a prism caught in motion. A small group of people sat quietly on the terrace nearby, their laughter faint against the backdrop of rustling leaves. It felt as though the structure itself had absorbed some of the stillness around it—a quiet observer of countless sunsets. I walked around its base, noticing how each angle offered a slightly altered perspective of the landscape beyond. The air carried a subtle warmth despite the evening creeping closer, and for a moment, it felt like standing at the edge of something timeless.