Under the vaulted green branches of a tangled woodland, a fiery candle suddenly lights up the mountainside. But there’s no cause for alarm, it’s only the setting sun, thrusting itself through the branches, bathing the crystalline fountains with light and tingeing the flowing waterfalls with the sparkle of its reflected rays.
The camellia blossoms are swept away by the stream, as if in a tobogan, painting the waters with their rose and fuchsia hues, contrasting with the darkness of the river banks.
