**If I were a poet, I would be struck speechless upon entering this unearthly landscape. I would lay myself down in the shadow of the blossoming snow-white rhododendron and remain silent forever. Such beauty makes poetry, however lofty, seem ridiculously inadequate. Words fade into emptiness.... You can't even attempt to express it because you have become completely aware that true beauty can only be given and felt. It cannot be described.** - Variations by <@1111283738001821707> (fast)