Perched on a narrow ridge overlooking a massive drop into the valley, the abandoned campsite sits quietly under a sky far too big for it. The blue tarp flaps faintly in the wind, the grass has begun reclaiming the ground, and the mountains around it rise like ancient walls. Whatever warmth or company once lived here has long moved on, leaving only this fragile trace behind. Up here at the edge of the world, even the leftovers of human presence feel small, temporary, and easy for nature to forget.