The guardian of the mountains walks along a narrow path high in the peaks. The sun wraps everything in gentle light, and the air is filled with the scent of resin and blooming thyme. She sings softly, almost in a whisper, yet her voice carries far — old highlander melodies sound purest here. They intertwine with the faint jingle of beads on her attire and the rustle of wind through the grasses. She lets the music flow freely, for on such an ordinary, warm day the mountains truly need nothing more — only her voice and that quiet, joyful laughter that sometimes breaks through the melody.
Everyone interested in the music is warmly invited to visit the artist's website, where all recordings and links to streaming platforms can be found: www.sebastian.biel.style
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