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After a long journey through the hills and volcanic landscapes of the Highlands , we stumbled upon another magical place – a tranquil lake resting at the foot of black lava slopes. The wind had completely died down, turning the surface into a perfect mirror where the sky and clouds danced endlessly. In that moment, the silence was so dense that even my own breath felt loud.
Climbing onto a higher rock, the lake looked like a droplet of water lost in an ocean of frozen lava and moss. The palette was minimalist — black, grey, blue, and that surreal shade of green Iceland reveals after rainfall.
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