I never knew beauty,
not like this—
until it looked me in the eyes
and whispered,
“Stop. Breathe. Stay.”
Baisaran didn’t call my name—
it simply was memory.
A valley so still,
even time paused,
waiting for permission to enter.
The grass wasn’t just green,
it was memory itself,
so soft, so wide,
like a place I had always known
but had never touched.
The trees stood not as strangers,
rather as old friends,
waiting to share their stories.
The sky wrapped around me,
and I realized—
I wasn’t on earth anymore,
I was in someone’s dream.
The wind kissed my skin like a long-lost song,
and the sun poured into me
like warmth I’d forgotten.
The food, simple but rich,
filled more than my stomach—
it filled me up completely.
I didn’t want to leave,
because how do you leave
a place that feels more like home
than anywhere else ever has?
Baisaran,
you’re not just a valley—
you’re a soul,
Fusing into mine like a prayer in my heart.