Vitalik-2001

Mountains in the morning

#mountain At the foot of the mountain, fog swirls, The wind drives the clouds down the slopes. Here, it's so easy to hide from oneself, Here, new power is born. Every peak boldly kisses the sky, Every stone remembers hundreds of years. I paint what burned so, Where the spirit knows no barriers.

Vitalik-2001

#mountain At the foot of the mountain, fog swirls, The wind drives the clouds down the slopes. Here, it's so easy to hide from oneself, Here, new power is born. Every peak boldly kisses the sky, Every stone remembers hundreds of years. I paint what burned so, Where the spirit knows no barriers.