As we neared the eastern province, the landscape transformed dramatically. Rolling hills gave way to rugged mountains, their peaks shrouded in mist. The air grew cooler, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth.
Nestled in the valleys between these imposing mountains were quaint villages, their stone houses clustered together like a collection of ancient secrets.
Each village was surrounded by terraced fields, where hardy crops struggled against the harsh climate, and rivers meandered through the land, their waters clear and cold.
The eastern province was known for its resilience and stoicism. The people here were descendants of warriors and scholars, their history etched into the very rock of the mountains.
