Amidst the chill of midnight, the summit whispers secrets only the stars understand. It is a place where silence speaks volumes, echoing the lost words of the ancients[1].
The cosmos unfurls above, a tapestry of dreams halted mid-stitch[2]. Here, at the edge of everything, where warmth of sunbeams has left transient marks, one discovers the soul's reflection in the cold void.
Loneliness is not absence but presence, a companion that breathes in the stillness[3]. Each twinkling light holds stories of journeys untraveled, each a summit of its own.
Where do all these paths lead when choices remain unchosen? The summit waits, unchanged, unhurried[4]. The answer, perhaps, lies between each pause in thought.
[1] Deon Massario, "Whispers on Ancient Wind," Gritting Echoes Press, 1991.
[2] Aelia Quintara, "Stars in Transit," Unversed Books, 1988.
[3] Nara Solari, "The Embrace of Aloneness," Mysterious Twilight Editions, 2003.
[4] Orlin Veslar, "Ruins of the Untrodden," Imaginary Summits Press, 1995.