"Even the weary find rest where the mountains touch the sky, and the heart remembers peace is a place, but also a choice."
3RD POV
The air in Roanridge had a way of settling into a person's bones cool, clean, and endlessly calming. It felt like being wrapped in mountain silk. Pine, thawing moss, damp stone, and the distant scent of fresh snow made every breath feel intentional, as if the entire valley encouraged them to slow down, to breathe deeply, to forget anything that weighed too heavily on the heart. For two years, Taemin, Nyra, and Valehart had done exactly that.
Their chalet, tucked into the granite spine of the northern ridge, had become a sanctuary from a world that once demanded too much from them. In Roanridge, there were no titles, no responsibilities, no events, no strained conversations, no endless schedules. Only the slow turning of seasons, the creaking of old trees in the wind, and the soft comfort of chosen quiet.
