I know that the Hornstrandir Nature Reserve experiences polar day and polar night.
For the sake of the plot, let's pretend it never happened.
Thank you everyone.
Not long after, the fresh outdoor ingredients JARVIS had ordered arrived on time, neatly packaged by a smart robotic arm, and packed together with the camping gear. With all the preparations complete, the tense atmosphere inside the house finally relaxed.
Lynn picked up his bag, turned to look at Natasha, and said, "Ready? Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden magic patterns slowly unfolded beneath his feet, and a smooth teleportation portal instantly formed, connecting the other end to the distant northern coast of Iceland.
With one step, all the noise and clamor is shut out.
Below you are vast cliffs overlooking the sea, a wide and open landscape devoid of man-made structures, roads, or any trace of human life. This is the outermost uninhabited nature reserve of Hornstrandir, the most pristine, desolate, and purest wilderness in all of Iceland.
The winds from the far north swept in unhindered, carrying the cool, damp air of the sea and a faint salty smell, brushing against my ears and the tips of my hair. The view stretched endlessly, with a low-hanging, clear blue sky overhead, thin wisps of clouds drifting slowly by, so clean and without a trace of impurity.
Beneath my feet lies soft, thick, wild grass, a vibrant green expanse that undulates gently along the cliff face, stretching to the horizon. Below, the North Atlantic stretches out, its dark blue surface layered upon layered, the waves lapping gently against the rocks, sending forth a long, deep, monotonous yet incredibly soothing sound.
Looking into the distance, the mountains and the sea meet, and the sky and earth stretch out to the horizon.
Standing amidst this pure, natural power, all traces of humanity are completely erased. The city's fireworks, the conspiracies of conflict, the roar of armor, the entanglements of human hearts, and the burdens accumulated over the years all become insignificant.
Standing here, a person feels as insignificant as a speck of dust drifting in the wind.
There were no shackles, no responsibilities, no calculations, no need to be constantly on edge, and no trepidation from crossing over. The entire world was quiet, vast, free, and desolate, embracing all weariness and worries.
That long-lost sense of freedom enveloped my entire body like a sea breeze, and the heaviness that had been weighing on my heart for so long quietly melted away at that moment.
Lynn remained silent, casually tossing aside all her camping gear and food supplies, completely abandoning any semblance of image or reserve.
He relaxed, letting himself fall backward, lying straight on the soft green grass, his limbs spread wide, in the most relaxed and unrestrained starfish shape against the earth.
My back was pressed against the cool, thick meadow, my head was under the vast sky, and the gentle waves crashed against my ears.
He reached out and took out his phone, played a soothing and quiet piano piece, and gently placed the phone on the grass beside him. The ethereal piano music flowed slowly, blending with the sounds of the wind and waves, neither noisy nor abrupt, gently filling the emptiness of the entire wilderness.
Throughout his time in this world, he has remained constantly on edge.
The bewilderment of arriving in this strange world, the loneliness of being all alone, the helplessness of proceeding cautiously, the anxiety of facing crisis—all the negative emotions he had forcibly suppressed in his heart and never shown to the outside world were soothed at this moment.
The vastness of heaven and earth, the silence of mountains and seas, yet they heal all the heart's anxieties.
The world's troubles, human conflicts, limitations of ability, and obsessions of the past all become insignificant in the face of this pure, natural wilderness.
Lynn closed her eyes slightly, letting the sea breeze caress her face, completely letting go of her worries.
Natasha stood quietly to the side, looking down at Lynn was now lying down carelessly, showing none of his usual composure.
The Lynn of the past was insightful, composed, and steady, always able to firmly control the situation. She rarely appeared so relaxed and carefree, letting down all her guard.
Seeing his completely relaxed expression, Natasha's cool lips unconsciously curved upwards slightly, revealing a very faint and subtle smile.
She put down her luggage, shed the tense vigilance of a secret agent, and bent down to lie down gently on the grass beside Lynn.
The grass is soft, the sea breeze is gentle, and the sky is vast.
Two people, stripped of all identities and burdens, lay quietly in the undisturbed wilderness of the far north, enjoying this rare peace and freedom.