VOLUME 1
On a white path_
It was a cold and slightly cloudy day when we started our trek up the mountain. The atmosphere was calm, and silence was all around us.
We had both packed our bags with everything we would need for the journey, including food and water. The first part of the trek was relatively easy, but we knew that it would get harder as we got higher up.
As we walked, every spoken word sounded different in such a magical place. Not a single word has been wasted, like two lines drawn on an empty piece of paper, with nothing around them, far from chaotic places and day-to-day multitasking. We shared stories, laughed together, and dreamed of our future. The further we got, the more beautiful the scenery became. The air was fresh and crisp, and the snow was a pristine white.
We reached the top of the mountain early in the evening.
We sat down and watched the sun set.
A red fire in the sky rising from the trees and burning the clouds.
We'll never forget that epic scene, the kind that makes you breathe slowly and deeply. Before making our way back down the mountain, we collected a series of photos; a new slot on our bulletin board would soon be filled. It was an unforgettable experience and one that I will always treasure.
