The mountain is a deep breath of the earth, a beating heart that pulses to the slow and eternal rhythm of the sky. Every step toward its peak is a journey toward oneself, a meeting with both one’s strength and fragility. The mist that wraps the summits, like an unsolved mystery, teaches us that not everything is meant to be understood, but everything is meant to be lived. Every rock, every tree, every corner of this great mother speaks to us in silence, yet with a clarity that surpasses words. The mountain is not just a place, it is a state of the soul: up high, where the air is thinner and the heart beats faster, we discover the vastness of the world and our own smallness, but also our greatness. The mountain reminds us that true beauty is never attained without effort, yet every struggle is an act of love toward what is greater than ourselves.