At dawn’s fragile breath, they rise,
Shadows stretching across the mountain’s spine,
Steps heavy, hearts weary—yet unwavering.
The peak waits, distant, cloaked in mist.

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Hands once trembling now steady each other,
A silent pact forged in sweat and stone.
The air thins, but not their resolve—
They climb for those who cannot.

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A final push through wind and ache,
Their feet press against ancient earth.
And as the sun crowns the summit,
Their eyes meet—not in triumph, but in knowing.

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The mountain, vast and unforgiving,
Bowed not to strength, but to their bond.
They step towards the top, not alone,
But carried by the love they shared all along.