Jiufen gold museum, taipei

Even mountains need a little privacy sometimes.

The mountain stands shrouded in mist, a silent sentinel in the heart of Ruifang. Its peak pierces the overcast sky like a solitary thought breaking through the fog of consciousness. Nature here speaks in whispers—leaves rustling gently in the breeze, vines hanging like forgotten memories from ancient branches. The small structure nestled among the greenery hints at human presence but does not intrude upon the scene's tranquility. This is a place where one can lose oneself in contemplation, where the boundary between reality and reverie blurs into an indistinct haze.