Just off I-77, a short turn from the Bastian exit, the world slows down. Beneath the watchful gaze of a hillside’s rocky slope, where gravel crunches under tires, and the hum of the highway fades behind you, a tiny treasure awaits. Nearby stones keep quiet company, and the breeze carries only the soft rustle of leaves. This is the kind of place that asks for stillness—and rewards the observant.
Seek the embrace of a flowering evergreen, its glossy leaves a secret-keeper, thriving in nature’s solitude. A slender bison tube, holds only a scroll for your name—space is scarce, so there’s no room for trinkets or a pen.
Step lightly, seek keenly, and let the stillness guide you to the treasure. Please return the container just as you found it, so others can enjoy the same sense of discovery.
Take a moment before you go—breathe deep, listen close, and let the solitude settle in. Not every treasure jingles. Some just waits in the hush.
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