He likes to sit by the waterfall and admire the landscape in the valley below.

Then he describes what he sees to the lonely mountain whose eyes are rocky and blind.

Sometimes he starts a discussion with her. "Why people think our moccha colored world is ugly? Isn't ther opaque couché as beautiful as my opaque couche? What if their opaque couché is, in reality, an uninteresting shade of blue? "

He is still waiting for the mountain to respond...