The pink of the rock body, reaching up to the uninterrupted sky, meets its hue in the glowing tail of the receding sun.
Hundreds of creatures, a mass of butterflies, thrive around caves at the base, where a hot water spring pools out in the horizon.
Graffiti behind iron railings, speaks of a millennia old human gesture; to daub on naturally occurring walls. Mountain felines convene around commercial food sources.
As day pulls away, electricity announces its dominion in the void of the night, and the landscape, the distance, becomes a transitory circuit board.