Each of these experiences felt like a conversation in the mountain dialect, and to her surprise, she found it to be an incredibly beautiful language. There were moments when her eyes welled up with tears of pure joy, and her heart felt so overwhelmed with happiness that it was almost too much to handle.
Finally, the storm began to calm down, the mountain's uproar fading away, signaling it was time to get back on the journey. But here's the catch: even though the storm had passed, a dense mist and lingering clouds hung around, covering everything up in a mysterious cloak on the high peaks.
When they set off, the mist was like a thick blanket, and all they could make out were the trees flanking the narrow path. Those trees even had an eerie, otherworldly vibe about them. As for the rest of
