Eight Immortals Cave, east coast

Even statues need to practice social distancing.

The journey continued to the Eight Immortals Cave, a place where stone figures stand in silent reverence, each one a testament to the artisans' skill and the rich tapestry of local mythology. The statues, lined up with almost military precision, seemed to be in deep contemplation, perhaps pondering the same existential questions we do. The overcast sky lent a somber mood to the scene, as if the heavens were in on the secret. The lush greenery surrounding the statues provided a stark contrast to the cold, hard stone, reminding us of the delicate balance between nature and human creation.

As I wandered among these silent sentinels, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and introspection. Here, amidst the whispers of history and the rustle of leaves, one could almost hear the stories these statues had witnessed over the centuries. It’s a humbling experience, standing in the presence of such timeless art, knowing that long after we’re gone, these stone figures will continue their silent vigil.

Moving on, the coastal highway beckoned once more, each turn promising new vistas and deeper reflections. The journey through Taiwan’s east coast is not just a visual feast but a philosophical odyssey, challenging our perceptions and inviting us to ponder our place in the grand scheme of things. And so, with a mix of curiosity and reverence, I continued my exploration, eager to uncover more of the secrets this land holds.