Description
The silence was thick, almost sacred. Only the whisper of the wind moved through the pampa of Tierra Del Fuego. Then, a distant tremor. A sound not quite thunder, not quite wind—something raw, something alive.
Before I could place it, the earth itself seemed to wake. A roar, deep and rolling, surged toward me. I turned, just in time to see them—two tribes of baguales, wild and untamed, charging through the open expanse. Their hooves carved the earth, water spraying as they tore through the river, their energy boundless, their purpose unknown but undeniable.
My breath caught, my heart faltered. The sheer beauty of it was overwhelming, a force greater than any words could contain.