The climb tore skin from bone,
and every breath was fire.
Stone gave no mercy,
wind whispered doubt.
But still—one step,
then another.
At the summit,
no fanfare—only sky.
And the silence
finally bowed.
The climb tore skin from bone,
and every breath was fire.
Stone gave no mercy,
wind whispered doubt.
But still—one step,
then another.
At the summit,
no fanfare—only sky.
And the silence
finally bowed.
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