Red leaves blaze along the winding wall, guiding pilgrims toward the pagoda’s crown. Mist curls through distant peaks, where birds trace ancient paths in sky-script. Each step echoes heritage, each silhouette a story. This is not a journey, it’s a reverent ascent through time.
Red leaves blaze along the winding wall, guiding pilgrims toward the pagoda’s crown. Mist curls through distant peaks, where birds trace ancient paths in sky-script. Each step echoes heritage, each silhouette a story. This is not a journey, it’s a reverent ascent through time.