We arrived at base camp in the mist — the night of a full moon eclipse. The world felt hushed and holy.

Before dawn we geared up, roped in, and began the slow, steady climb. Crevasses opened around us — luminous layers of blue and white, breathtakingly deep. Steam rose from the crater’s edge — the living pulse of the mountain.

We stood on the summit — small, human, grateful. Endless peaks stretched across a sea of clouds, beckoning with quiet invitation.

Memories carved in ice and light.
Our friendship woven stronger in the sacred rhythm of challenge and grace.