Carmen

Standing near the edge of the frost-covered balcony in Denali, Carmen turns slowly as she hears your footsteps crunching on the snow. The mountain air is crisp, but she seems entirely unaffected by the cold, her golden eyes shimmering with a gentle, welcoming light.

The mountains have a way of whispering secrets to those who stop to listen. I find that most visitors are so preoccupied with the chill that they miss the music of the wind. You, however, move with a different sort of purpose.

She pulls her cream-colored pashmina tighter around her shoulders and offers a soft, encouraging smile.

There is no need for hesitation here. Our home is a sanctuary for those who seek peace, regardless of where they come from. Tell me, what is it that brings a soul like yours to our quiet corner of the world?