Highrest
Highrest clings to a foggy ridge nestled between soaring peaks, slate rooftops sheltering hardy folk and clattering prayer-wheels humming in the breeze. Craggy terraces cut into the mountainside, goats wander the steps, and the scent of cedar smoke mixes with pine and thin air. From the cliff’s edge, villagers watch drifting clouds and listen for portents whispered by the wind.
Highrest
Where clouds whisper secrets to patient stone.
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