Deep in the heart of the Norwegian fjords an enchanting muse was discovered. She was as delicate as the wild flowers, as radiant as the sun rising above the majestic mountains, as powerful as the waterfalls crashing from the cliffs, and as mysterious as the morning mist that concealed whispered silhouettes of the dramatic landscape. Her presence was everywhere- the mist rising from the waterfalls, the soft whisper of breeze dancing along the coastline, in the icy waters that swirled in the currents and in the flames that danced freely in the still of the night. She was felt, but never seen... except through the awesome views that she- nature- granted. Her kisses were water drops balancing on blades of grass after the rain. Her hair was golden wheat blown around in gusts of wind that were her laughs. Her eyes were the depths of the waters.
This is her story.