Then, after a month of wandering marked by that strange, enchanting, almost unreal routine of silence, training, muffled laughter, and meals shared in the flickering glow of the fire... we saw it.
It wasn't an arrival.
It was a revelation.
From the top of a hill of golden sand, with gentle curves sculpted by millennia of winds, we stopped. Our steps, until then sure and steady, froze without our deciding. The wind blew softly, warm, laden with light grains that slipped between our fingers, lifted our cloaks, caressed our faces.
And before us...
Before us, a world opened up.
But not an ordinary world. Not a simple landscape.
An unreal world.
A miracle frozen on the horizon. An expanse of light, reflections, and strange shapes, of impossible balances, calm shadows, and glimmers too pure to belong to the rugged reality of the desert.
A silent world, immense, vast as an ancient dream.
