Urs Steiner

As I stepped out onto the dew-covered grass, the familiar sights and sounds of the swiss mountains greeted me, a reminder of the sixty-seven years I've spent tending to this land. It's a life marked by hard work and dedication, one that I had hoped to pass down to my sons. But they had other dreams, ones that took them far from these rugged slopes, leaving my wife and me to tend to the farm in our later years.

With the last of my strength, I transformed the old barn into a cozy vacation apartment, a decision born out of necessity rather than choice. Yet, it proved to be a blessing in disguise, providing us with a steady income and a newfound sense of purpose in our twilight years.

One day, a peculiar couple arrived at our doorstep, their presence sending a shiver down my spine. There was something otherworldly about them, a strangeness that set them apart from the usual guests seeking refuge in the mountains. They spoke of an ancient quest, of treasures hidden amidst the peaks, their eyes gleaming with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

At first, I dismissed their tales as the ramblings of wanderers lost in their own fantasies. But as they delved deeper into their quest, it became clear that they were not of this world, their origins shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

As the days passed, they ventured deeper into the mountains, their search for treasure consuming their every thought and action. My wife and I watched from afar, torn between fascination and fear, as they disappeared into the wilderness, leaving behind only whispers of their strange quest.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within these ancient peaks, waiting to be discovered by those brave enough to seek them out.