Breaking into the Western Dreamlike Grand Canyon, encountering the Earth's flame and pulse

We almost "broke into" this land. As the vehicle left the noise behind, the world before our eyes suddenly shifted. Without any warning, the earth seemed to be torn apart by a primordial force, revealing a deep and magnificent canyon, bare and majestic, stretching between heaven and earth. This is the Western Dreamlike Grand Canyon—a magical theater sculpted by light and shadow over billions of years. The moment you step into the canyon, you enter a dimension detached from reality. All around is silent, except for the ancient wailing sound of the wind passing through the rugged rock walls. Looking up, the rock walls on both sides appear as if split by a giant axe, with sharp yet gentle curves. The sunlight is the most skillful painter here, cleverly wandering and vividly rendering the canyon. Ochre red, bright yellow, crimson purple, gray-white... layers upon layers of colors flow like the earth’s blood and veins, leaping, flowing, and burning in the changing light and shadow. It is a color that cannot be replicated on a palette, an epic written jointly by time and minerals. I touched the warm yet rough rock walls, my fingertips tracing the wind-eroded marks, as if I could feel the wrinkles of time. Some look like frozen waterfalls pouring down; some resemble mysterious castles hiding unknown stories; others resemble the silhouette of Buddha, silently gazing at the vicissitudes of the world. Walking through this narrow slit in the sky, people seem so small. We are like ants who have mistakenly entered a giant’s palace, each step treading on a fault line of history. At that moment, there were no distractions in my heart, only infinite reverence for nature’s divine craftsmanship. There is no clamor of life here, yet it is filled with the magnificent vitality from deep within the Earth. This is not a simple tour; it is a dialogue with the ancient soul of the Earth. When you break into this dreamlike realm, you will understand that the most ultimate scenery needs no adornment of plants and trees; it itself is a silent and magnificent symphony.