
SUNSHINE COAST
A river of blue cuts through the mountains, winding like a scar carved by time. The ridges rise steep and endless, clothed in dense green, shadows sinking deep into their folds. From above, it feels untouched, vast — the kind of wilderness that swallows sound, where the air runs sharp and clean. The horizon fades in layers of haze, distant peaks dissolving into pale light. There’s a raw, untamed calm here, a reminder of scale — how small we are against the weight of land and water.