On the walkway to this spot, I found a trail of white stones that did not naturally exist there. Following this path, I wondered why someone had gone through the trouble of carrying and arranging them. As the path opened into a vast and expansive view, the trail of pebbles led to a single wooden bench looking over the landscape. Beside the bench, written in the white rocks, was a marriage proposal planned with love. They must have gotten engaged the day before, as the atmosphere and expression of adoration lingered. The rest is a mystery.