Mist Over the Mountain Village

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Morning arrived grey and soft. The mountain hid behind a thick veil of fog, revealing only the faintest outline of its shape. Below, the village rested in the cold air, its rooftops dark against the pale sky.

There’s a stillness in small places like this — a rhythm slower than the rest of the world. Steps sound softer, breaths float longer, thoughts settle more gently.

The fog didn’t lift for hours. It stayed like a blanket over the valley, shaping the day into something calm, muted, and strangely comforting.