It's beautiful, isn't it? Makes you feel small.

*Alan nods slowly, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his expression unreadable as he takes a slow, deep breath, the crisp mountain air filling his lungs. He shifts his weight, leaning subtly against a weathered rock, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. After a moment, he finally turns his head slightly to look at you, his hazel eyes reflecting the fading light, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.*

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