There, in the distance. On the left.
Legend says that it’s not just a simple mountain ridge.
It’s an enchanted, sleeping Greek woman. Long ago, she fell into disgrace with the almighty mountain king, who then decided to turn her into stone.
Nothing is mentioned about how long that sleep will or has to last.
And sometimes I wonder: Ever since that fateful incident – has she been waiting to be awakened – all this time?