The canyon opened before me like a forgotten cathedral. Towering columns of rose-gold stalagmites, etched with relentless patience over the course of millenia, rose before me from the eerie stillness of the water. Above— a living tapestry of starlit blooms, enormous and soft, pulsing like petals adrift in deep space. I felt a deep sense of reverence, because I realised I was a speck of time witnessing eternity. At that moment, the edges of the secret canyon started to blur into electric fuzziness...