"It is my choice. I have made it. I know that it will perhaps destroy me in every way possible… but I have made it. So please… let me go through this. Let me die with my peace."
- By ?????
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"I understand a lot of things you had said, but what does it all have to do with you travelling all the way to these Mountains? Surely a gentleman such as you would already be familiar with what kind of stories this place holds," he said.
By 'he', I meant an old man. A mountaineer crossing the dangerous steeps and puzzling mountain paths because of his own twisted fate, whom I met on my way deeper into this so-called 'death mountains' or 'the mountain that's alive.'
Pausing for a brief moment, he adjusted his white straw hat once again, and once again he recollected the long white hair that had somehow got untied from the back of his head to right in front of his eyes, blocking his vision.
The mountains are mysterious indeed.
