A gentle escape hidden in the mountains and forests

Opening the creaky wooden door reveals a secret realm woven from "stone walls and glass": The bathroom’s rough stone texture is bathed in sunlight, the terrace’s rattan chair catches the summer breeze, and beyond the glass by the tea table, the green mountains form an everlasting picture frame. Climbing the steps, the sweetgum trees are wrapped in soft mist, and moss on the stone stairs spreads the ink-black hues of autumn. It turns out you don’t have to go far to escape the world— Every ray of light here is the slowest poem the mountain breeze writes for city dwellers.