Nature carries memories.

In these rocks, I see more than stone— I see a dinosaur’s head, its body carved by time.

I see the face of an ancient human, with features of the first beings who walked this earth.

The more I look, the more the mountain speaks—

each crack, each shadow, each shape telling a story from the past.

Maybe that’s the magic of nature:

it doesn’t just exist…

it remembers.

📸 Achillight | Where imagination meets stone.