As Alex and Nyxara stood at the lofty summit, their gazes wandered across the enchanting sight of an unanticipated sanctuary nestled atop the majestic Mount Blanc.
It was not merely the structure that captivated them; the very peak appeared to have been meticulously sculpted, its apex flattened with an eerily exact precision, as if the mountain itself had been tenderly shaped and molded like soft clay to give birth to this extraordinary place.
The edges of the summit were smoothed to perfection, their contours devoid of any jaggedness, while the surface boasted an unparalleled levelness that defied the explanations of natural erosion.
In the center, dramatically framed by cascading flowering vines that danced with the gentle mountain breeze, stood the building—a testament to ingenuity and artistry.
