Make obvious contradictions between the lines and have the narrator speak with an exaggerated tone, as if sarcastic.
Facing Ghermius was a beautiful blue sky. Such a pure and wonderful view, stretching far, far, well beyond one's field of vision or imagination.
Our hero could look at the sky forever; he was so enruptured by it, in fact, that despite his only hand clinging to the vine getting numb and the possibility of him turning into a vermilion smear at the foot of the cliff quickly going up, all he could do was to stare above with his eyes open wide and screaming with elation, as if to put his entire being into worshipping the view:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!",
Ghermius had the soul of a poet indeed