High up towards the tree line, the farm is sheltered by the mountain.

“High up towards the tree line”
 A silent witness to the passage of centuries, the farm sits high up against the tree line – protected by the mighty wall of the mountain. The snow wraps the landscape in silence, and the red house glows like a warm breath against the muted tones of winter.
 Behind, the mountain massif looms – a colossus in stone and time – casting its shadow over the valley where nature and man have lived in harmony.
 Up here, where the wind carries the echo of old legends, the farm stands as a symbol of endurance and tranquility. A reminder of man's eternal connection to the mountain, and of the light that always finds its way – even in the deepest silence of winter.