The powerful little angels are flying freely in the world of perfection. Each angel represents each characteristic of the ego, breaking free from bondage, being free and enjoying the triumphant moments of the long journey to eliminate the ego.

Streams of water weave across the sky like a loom, tracing delicate horizontal lines. Thick fog veils the forest in the dark of night.

Waves filled with clouds, letting time drift by on the cape of rapids. The cape stretches out to await the sunset, ignoring the trembling sands as the tide rises.

The sky turned gray-gray, the melaleuca forest changed color under the lopsided sunlight penetrating through the canopy of leaves, the ground tilted and swayed with the withering colors of countless flowers and leaves. The sparkling black velvet water reflects the identity of the forest of the elders: the splendid harmony of the late afternoon.

Solid and rough are the emotions of Da Lat. Spatial topography consists of interlaced hills, layers hidden under layers of cold pine forests. In that autumn silence, the clouds are the witch who transforms to soften the rough, dry and cold.