They told him the mountain was impossible — too high, too strange, too far from anything familiar.
But Elios didn’t climb for glory. He climbed for clarity.
Every level of the glowing peak tested his fears, doubts, and dreams. Each color in the sky reflected a part of his soul: red for his fire, blue for his peace, gold for his purpose. With every step upward, the world below grew smaller, and his belief grew louder.
At the summit, he didn’t find a throne or a treasure… He found vision.
Not of what he was — but of what he could become.