Oh, the breathtaking view of Mt. Everest! Thousands of men lined up to see its beauty in realness. Pledging their lives just for the journey. For the experience. Hungry wolves waiting to be fed despite the coldness and bitterness that awaits them.

But they never cared. Oh, they never cared. They only saw the journey. They saw the challenge. The flags represent their achievements. Their films displayed the smiles plastered on their faces despite the cold.

Shivering and alone. The peak of Mt. Everest still stood tall. She, who was only seen as a trophy, shivered despite the white fuzzy blanket of snow that covered her. No one listened. It’s because no one listened. No one thought to even ask.

The absence of an answer does not mean she allowed the journey. Her silence while maintaining her pride. While keeping her beauty alive. While trying to survive. Her silence didn’t mean she allowed for the flags to be buried at her peak. Her silence can also be a protest. To show that she is not fazed. Nothing will be a hindrance to showing her worth. This is the fight.

Yes. Oh, yes! They admired her. Taking photos at every angle. Publishing articles of every man who experienced her beauty. Those who “won” the challenge.

Everest did not falter. She had her white fuzzy blanket to cover her. She had her white fuzzy blanket to hide the blackness of her soul. The hardened rocks were repressed in the depths of her sorrows.

She wore her blanket, her coat, with her head held up high. She will win. In the end, these hungry wolves would soon be seen to be not the strong ones. But those who were too desperate. Those who overstepped their boundaries. They will be known for who they really were. Just wolves salivating, thoughtless, and desperate to the core. Inhumane.

In the end, her beauty will radiate, and they will be just starting. At her feet. Eight thousand eight hundred and forty-nine meters below her. She will be the champion. She who stood tall despite these measly beasts. She is the symbol of those who were once trampled. Those who were silenced. Those who were treated as only a journey to experience.

Mt. Everest will continue to reign. She will continue to fight. This is her battle. This is her pride. They were her trophies. These wolves were just the journey. They were just small hurdles towards her peak. They were just the experience. Because this whole time it was never about them. It was always about Everest. She was the moment. Oh, the breathtaking view of Mt. Everest!

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