Golden Moments: A High-altitude Poem

As I ascended to the observation deck of the 63 Building, the sunset painted the entire Han River in shades of crimson. The city was bathed in golden light, and the headlights of flowing traffic began to twinkle. It was the fleeting moment when day and night exchanged places—a radiant page in the memory of any traveler. The art gallery and wax museum offered a unique blend of culture and entertainment, leaving visitors reluctant to leave. At night, I stayed at the Seoul Ambassador Pullman Hotel, a place of elegant design and service as gentle as a spring breeze. The city lights outside the window seemed to converse with the distant 63 Building, creating a dialogue between two rhythms. Lying on the soft bed, I kept reminiscing about today's golden moments. It was not just a visual feast but also a journey of inner reflection.