Imagine standing at the edge of a quiet valley in Norway as the day ends. Before you, a river flows steadily, its water smooth and silken from a slow-moving current, gliding over and around clusters of mossy rocks. You can hear the soft rush of water slipping over hidden ledges, creating a gentle, rhythmic murmur. On your left, a small wooden cabin with a red roof sits nestled among dark pine trees. Warm light glows from its windows, and a path lined with bright orange lanterns leads toward it, casting a cozy, inviting warmth against the cooling air. The scent of damp moss and pine lingers around you. Towering mountains rise on both sides, their steep, rocky faces rugged and ancient, dusted with snow near the peaks. Above, the sky is pale blue, streaked with thin clouds catching the last golden light of sunset. The air feels crisp and still, holding the quiet hush of wilderness.