{"description":"A stone path whispers underfoot,  \neach slab a page in the mountain’s diar  \nworn smooth by boots and rain,  \nleading me down where the world forgets its name.  \n\nThe lake lies still as a held breath,  \nturquoise glass cradling the sky’s scattered clouds.  \nRocks hunch like old storytellers at its edge,  \ntelling tales of snow that once ruled here.  \n\nAbove, the great peak shoulders the heavens,  \ngrey muscle veined with stubborn green,  \nits summit sharp enough to cut the wind  \nand let the light bleed through in silver threads.  \n\nI wander without hurry or map,  \nheather brushing my ankles like curious cats,  \na lone twisted tree waving me onward  \nas if it, too, has nowhere better to be.  \n\nCloud-shadows race across the slopes,  \nplaying tag with patches of sudden sun  \nnow the ridge glows, now it hides,  \na slow dance between stone and sky.  \n\nHere the heart loosens its knots.  \nNo clocks, no voices, only the soft thunder  \nof my own footsteps and the quiet reply  \nof water lapping stone like a secret kept for centuries.  \n\nI could walk this trail forever,  \nbecoming another rock, another blade of grass,  \nuntil the mountain itself forgets I was ever a stranger  \nand simply lets me stay.","name":"Path to Serenity","attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Lapom","display_type":"text"},{"trait_type":"Year","value":"2022"},{"trait_type":"Camera ","value":"Nikon D850"},{"trait_type":"Place","value":"Lac des Gloriettes"},{"trait_type":"Country ","value":"France"}],"image_details":{"bytes":10007718,"format":"JPEG","sha256":"6216e579a11836af6ec813530c7120c8477ee956d3a1cef773f137388055b07b","width":8095,"height":5396},"image":"https://arweave.net/OVA4eO9c80zkWVIpUxDs-dCNtP2Uyv-NMXodu0-mS10","image_url":"https://arweave.net/OVA4eO9c80zkWVIpUxDs-dCNtP2Uyv-NMXodu0-mS10"}