While Lein and Nita enjoyed the splendor, others did the same.
On the western side of the tree, a small family strolled slowly. A five-year-old boy tightly held his father's hand, walking with tiny, enthusiastic steps.
"Dad, are we going to reach the highest place?" he asked, his eyes sparkling as though every step was a grand adventure.
"Be patient, son. We'll get there soon," his father replied with a smile, gently patting the boy's head. The mother followed behind, carrying a few bags filled with snacks for them to enjoy later.
Her gentle gaze rested on her child and husband, a small smile gracing her lips. They eventually stopped at a quiet corner, where a soft breeze blew, carrying the fresh scent of leaves.
Sitting together on a wide expanse of leaves, the small family marveled at the breathtaking scenery before them—the sky blending shades of orange and purple, with an endless horizon stretching as far as the eye could see.