The air is sour in your lungs but you don't mind. The beauty in this harsh, smelly place has taken your breath away. As the last of the sun breaks through a hole in the clouds, the bare mountain glows red, radiant and on fire.
The yellow earth beneath your feet hisses as the sulphur escapes to the surface. The sky above you a peaceful, dusky violet, cooling the air. The elements clash and contrast, mixing together in a graceful dance.