The winding mountain road twisted like a ribbon through pine and fog, and their car climbed steadily toward the hidden retreat. Hours earlier, the city had vanished, replaced by wilderness and silence.
Monte Luna finally revealed itself with no grand signpost—just a narrow wooden gate and a carved stone that read:
Welcome to Monte Luna – Where Silence Speaks.
Sofia exhaled for the first time in days.
Elise leaned forward from the back seat, her face pressed against the window. "This place is... wow."
Anne, who had insisted on driving, gave a low whistle as the cabin came into view—perched on a ridge above the lake, its glass walls glowing with warm amber light. "You weren't kidding, Sof. This place looks like it belongs in a romance novel."
Sofia smiled faintly but didn't answer.
