Mogan Peak…
Moganshan Mountain, Deqing County's icy little paradise. A place that pretends it's heaven but has all the commitment issues of a divorced god.
Bamboo stretched skyward, dusted in snow like someone snorted powdered sugar and sneezed across the forest. Wooden bridges linked to those "floating" lodges, romantic until you realize one strong thrust and the whole structure would fold like cheap origami.
A tiny shrine crouched at the corner, holy only because nobody bothered to steal it.
Evergreens flexed under the snow like models posing for nature's OnlyFans.
Bamboo bent under frost like overworked dancers trying to hold a pose on a pole made of regret.
Stone paths glistened with thin ice, the kind that asked, "Would you like to die today?"
Old pine trunks rose through the mist, dark, rugged, shaped like they've witnessed crimes. Bushes shimmered with hoarfrost.
Granite ribs poked through white fog.
