The Isle of Skye feels like a place where time drifts slower, wrapped in a misty veil. Its rolling hills are emerald waves, dotted with ancient stone ruins and glimmering lochs that reflect the ever-changing sky. Jagged cliffs plunge into the sea, while hidden glens cradle secret waterfalls, their gentle murmur blending with the whisper of the wind. The air smells of sea salt and heather, and the landscape, bathed in soft, silvery light, feels like a dreamscape where nature’s beauty lingers timelessly.