As three native Indians paddled their canoe toward the shore, the distant mountains stood majestically, shrouded in mist. Their grandeur was mirrored perfectly in the tranquil lake, blending reality and reflection. The rhythmic splash of oars seemed to harmonize with nature’s tranquillity. Each stroke brought them closer to land, yet further into a serene reverie where time dissolved between earth, sky, and water—a moment so pure that words could only dim its splendour.