INCA EMPIRE

Clouds cling low to the Andes, breaking just enough to reveal the stonework of Machu Picchu carved into the ridge. Terraces cut sharp lines into the green, while the river winds brown and heavy through the valley far below. The peak rises jagged and unapologetic, half-shrouded in mist — a fortress of time and silence. It feels less like a place built and more like one uncovered, the bones of a civilization still breathing in the mountain air. Untamed and Eternal.