there's almost no proper words to express this sacred structure but "HOLY DIVINE MOTHER" like literally, from the height, the air, the altitude, the texture, the freaking structures, built up in the top of the sacred mountain, and really not much that i've known about it but following the calling, a strong call to be there, witnessing and breathing in the imprint of the divine.
with nothing to expect, but seeing it with my own eyes, and honestly to check one of the wonder of the world in my list, that's all about it, until one day somehow there's this tickle of the Muse that present, through the window in Porto over a year ago: literally cracked up a portal and brought me to the womb of creation between this two places, the vision arrived, to transform and to materialized.
like her shape and form been etched in this mountain, and she remember the fragments and her fierce presence.