The Mountain rolled its eyes, silently, for what audience would appreciate its peak performance? "A ridge too far," it mused softly.
Encounters with Valleys: "Do keep it down, dear Peak. Your echoes could wake a glacier." Sarcasm draped like a damp shawl ancient and ignoble valleys faced only by majestic ascents.
And thus, we ask the solemn rock formations— They reveal not the schedule of day and night, nor seasons but a calendar composed of whimsy. Somewhere is penned an agenda of starlight without a thread of human touch.
This cavalcade of heights and shadows, once demanding your shrill applause, quiets only to boast of heights unseen in chatter, quoted anonymously by those too escalated to converse.
Discover below the cliff notes of footless advances or merely dabble in revelations under altitude's anesthetic: