Sheer cliffs rose like ancient sentinels on either side of the valley, their granite faces weathered by time and etched with the marks of countless centuries. The wind whispered secrets through crevices and cracks, carrying the echoes of old songs long forgotten. Cascading waterfalls… Staubbach, Trümmelbach, and several nameless others… thundered down the cliff faces, sending silver ribbons of water plunging into the emerald depths of the valley. Their constant roar drowned out all other sounds, forming a natural curtain that concealed the sacredness of what lay hidden here.
A narrow, forgotten path twisted through the dense pine forest, winding over gnarled roots and under low-hanging branches. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of damp moss, blooming wildflowers, and ancient stone. Edelweiss and alpine roses clung to rocky ledges with quiet defiance, blooming in places untouched by human hands.
