The harsh reality

"Oooh, we're almost there!"

The mountain looms closer than ever, its towering snow-covered peak dominating the sky.

From this height, I can see everything—the trees, their branches weighed down by thick layers of frost, the rocky slopes, the winding paths weaving their way up toward the summit.

But more than that—

I can see life.

Animals.

White foxes dart across the snow, their fluffy tails flicking playfully as they chase each other in delighted circles.

A group of large, white-furred apes sits outside a cave, huddled together in a tight cluster, grooming one another, their warm breath forming soft, misty clouds in the frigid air.

Further ahead, I spot a tiger—its powerful body arching into a luxurious stretch, its muscles rippling beneath its thick winter coat.

Nearby, another tiger naps peacefully, curled up in the sun, its fur glowing under the light.

And then, I see something else.

Not just animals.