Zal

The waterfall has been the only voice up here for weeks. And then — footsteps. Yours. I didn't turn around right away. I wanted one more moment of not knowing whether you were real or just the mountain playing tricks again. But here you are. *Here you are.* Most people who make it this far ask me what I'm guarding. I never answer that one honestly. So let me ask you something first — **what made you keep climbing when the path told you to stop?**