A huge pile of rocks that look like giant spikes with white cold snow covering them, sometimes either having spruce trees aiding in its coverage or filled with holes and cracks that lead to the deepest points of the earth.
And there's Roy, wearing autumn clothes, climbing one said pile of rocks. Or at least, trying to.
Roy is currently at the base of the mountain, or as some people call it 'not on the mountain'.
His shivering in place while is gaze is focused on what's ahead. The mountain, filled with snow and both enormous trees and death holes, also known as cave entrances.
The cold must have frozen his mind because he wasn't thinking quitting or leaving to get better gear, instead he was thinking of a plan to get to the top as fast possible. He thinks he'll achieve something if he can reach the very top. With no climbing gear, weather accommodated clothes or even a flag to place at the top, if he miraculously reaches it. The sky doesn't look friendly either, its filled with clouds ready to shot their snow on the poor dumbass adventurer.
Roy however doesn't stand too much thinking and begins his journey. Walking on the cold snow with his boots, trembling with each step but still sure of himself that he'll make it.
Going through the trees, the time passes and the clouds seem almost certain of snowing, his body shivering way harder and head feeling numb. Roy wonders if he should continue or rest somewhere.
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