The sun, who illuminates this organic sphere that floats in space, has been concealed by inky condensation, leaving everything under it submerged in darkness

Leaving everything, except the tallest peak in the world, that rises above the deepest of valleys, and still reaches for sunlight, despite gravity pressing downward on it, despite erosion tearing at its sides, despite the law of physics' disaproval with it, it still pushes onward, higher and higher in the sky, searching for the brightest of stars in the night, even though it knows it will never arrive, it never stops trying because it knows its strength, its determination, its will to not just succeed, but to thrive, in a place where dreams are hard to come by and the desire to fight is easily deprived, from the barren lands of the world, that once offered so much promise, but now offer so much hopelessness that the weak cannot survive, but surrender to the overwhelming depression of matter without life

But, to the peak, what is life without a dream to go by?, what is existence without meaning?, what is satisfaction without being satisfied?

This is the rubric the peak follows, day to day, night to night, making sure it never gives in to its physical design, but always keeps the mental stability to keep trying and strive for the ultimate life, giving motivation to the feeble-minded below, in need of leading example and pride

So, much time has passed now, and the peak had crumbled and dissolved into the earth long ago, but its spirit lived on, and the planet is brighter than ever now, due to the mountains who ascended to the sky and pierced through the ominous clouds that engulfed the world's atmosphere, in memory of the peak's honorable sacrifice, that will always be remembered