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It begins with silence. Or rather, a particular kind of sound: the low, constant hush of the sea, filtered through a forest of century-old pines. The hotel sits within this landscape rather than on it, as if it had always been there — grounded not only in architecture, but in something deeper. Beneath it, mineral water flows, the same that once defined Palanga as a place of healing. Around it, nature dictates the pace.
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