Upon the sand where time drifts slow, a wheel of silence waits to turn, its circle etched against the clouds, a compass for those who …

Upon the sand where time drifts slow, a wheel of silence waits to turn, its circle etched against the clouds, a compass for those who …
Beneath the weight of drifting skies, the loch lies still, a silver mirror, cradling the silence of the hills. Clouds unfurl like whispered prayers, casting …