Far far away in the depth of the sky
The crisp mountain air filled Lisbeth’s lungs as she set her rucksack down inside the wooden hut. She had finally reached it. She had always found comfort in the mountains—her mountains: the majestic Alps with their towering, ancient silence. She had grown up amongst them, spent countless holidays tracing their rugged trails and breathing in their vastness. But this time was different. She wasn’t here for the thrill of the ascent. She needed solitude. She needed a silence deep enough to fade the noise of the world below. Too many things had happened in recent months. Outwardly, her life was fine; everything appeared stable. But inside, a restlessness had taken root—an unease she couldn’t overcome. After a sparse meal of bread, cheese, some slices of cucumber, she stepped outside. She sat on the weathered bench, facing the Rosenlaui Gletscher. This was a familiar landscape, yet tonight it felt somehow different. The glacier stood quiet and eternal, reflecting the soft glow of the ...
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