The Top-Of-The-World region is a wonder in itself.
And between those other wonders surrounding you when you get here, the most incredible, to my opinion, is light. Not the absolute plenitude of the summery sunshine, but soft and nearly touchable shades of wintry penumbrum. Airy shades of yellow and red, gentle, reverberating in the cold air like the sounds of magic flute in a long-abandoned grotto. And these shades are tones of northern syrens’ voices, once heard, rarely letting a human being free.
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