Light falls as the snowacross the western land.The cold season grows restless.The mountains know only patience.
Somewhere northThe long winterThe ancient terrainAnd day is as night.
Here is everywhere,distance finds no end.Transcendenceupon this top of the world.
Not speed nor force,cunning nor skillBut small and bravein a world that knows neither.
Legend tells of itthough so few believe.The bright sun offers warmth but warningBe wary the shadow of the mountain.
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