▲ The solitary peak stands like a sword piercing the sky, shrouded in mist and clouds, as if echoing through the ages.
▲ The silent Sword Mountain seems to whisper tales of ice and fire, its jagged rocky ridges etched with the sharp edges of history.
▲ The mountains stand like ink paintings, the cliffs sharp as blades—every step reveals another silhouette of bygone eras and the weight of history.
▲ The stone formations stand like riddles, mottled as ancient scrolls, with each bronze piece inscribed with prayers of time.
