I’ve always loved an evening in the mountains when the moon casts its silver glow over the peaks, bathing the world in a serene, otherworldly light. In the stillness of the moment, I feel a deep connection to something greater—a presence that seems to whisper through the rustle of leaves and the crisp night air. The beauty is too perfect, too intricate to be a mere coincidence. Standing there, surrounded by this masterpiece of creation, I am awash with wonder and gratitude, certain that an Architect far beyond my understanding has painted this scene with divine hands.
