Not every waterfall is meant to thunder. Some choose to move with quiet grace, slipping over stone in silken threads. Here, the water flows like a soft veil, a gentle descent that whispers peace into the heart of the forest. A moment where stillness and movement live as one.
Not every waterfall is meant to thunder. Some choose to move with quiet grace, slipping over stone in silken threads. Here, the water flows like a soft veil, a gentle descent that whispers peace into the heart of the forest. A moment where stillness and movement live as one.