The Silent King of the Ridge

In the absolute silence of the mountain peaks, an ancient legend stirs within the

frost. He is a spirit of the untamed wild, cloaked in a

coat of pure winter white. As the sun begins its descent, the horizon burns

with a deep, emotional amber glow. With every slow, deliberate stride, he claims the

ridge as his eternal throne. Where the air is thinnest and the wind coldest,

the king of the north walks on.