In the snowy wilds of Japan's Yamagata Prefecture, where winter wraps the land in an icy hush, something eerie stirs in the Zao Mountains. As the temperature drops and the storms rage, the trees on these slopes begin to transform—until they no longer look like trees at all.
Tucked into the far reaches of the Vermilion Cliffs wilderness, right on the border of Arizona and Utah, lies a place that looks more like a psychedelic dream than a piece of Earth. The Wave—a wind-sculpted swirl of technicolor sandstone in USA’s Coyote Buttes North—isn't just a geological formation. It's a pilgrimage site for the lucky few.
Just 20 kilometers southwest of Paris lies a place where extravagance, ambition, and marble collide: the Palace of Versailles. It’s not just a palace—it’s a statement. A glittering, gold-encrusted monument to power, taste, and the idea that if you're going to rule a country, you might as well do it from the most lavish estate imaginable.