As far as the eyes could see, chains of fractured, nude mountains stood tall in their majesty, at times red-stained as if blood had been flowing down towards the valleys. In the horizon, the morning skies burned over the ocean with ferocity.
Arriving in Calama, a solitary church sat quietly amidst emptiness, humanizing the unending, unyielding, unwelcoming dry-land. The ground sparkled under a heart-warming sun.
At night, hypnotizing starry darkness, deep and daring with countless constellations. I withheld my breath in awe and dove into that splendor, as the firmament held me close.