Sophia walked up the mountain, a feeling of quiet peace blanketing her worries.
Rain caused a mist to gently cover her view, giving the trees, flowers, and even the abandoned castle above her a mystical look. A cliff dropped to her right, and the sound of thundering water signed that a waterfall was beneath her very feet.
Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, the earthy smell of soil, the sharp scent of pine trees, the gentle odor of the flowers beneath her, bringing a delicate beauty to anyone who looked at them.
She opened her eyes, leveling her camera at the castle above her. She took a photo, then turned slowly, her shoes causing a small disturbance in the leaves beneath her feet.
Mountains…This is what she lived for. The intense feeling of vastness and beauty that Mountains conveyed had always been alive in her, even as a child. Mountains were safe, powerful, and welcoming.
The air was lighter up so high, untainted by the pollution that cities and villages produced. The air was fresh, as though it had been made only that morning, not passed around like a stale piece of bread.
Sophia smiled gently as she set down her camera and lowered on her back, listening to the chirping of birds, and the constant thunder of the waterfall.
She took a deep breath, a Spirit of the Mountain returning to her home at last.
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