I turn my eyes to the mountains, where will my help come from? My help comes from god, maker of heaven and earth.
Bathed in the golden warmth of dawn, a lone figure stands atop a mountain's peak. Beneath him, the world stretches vast and unknown, mirroring the uncertainty in his heart. Yet, his gaze isn't lost in the endless sky, but fixed on a point unseen, yearning for a solace beyond the clouds. In that silent plea, hope flickers.he senses a deeper , presence, a guiding light leading him home
