The summit stood up high; from that altitude, he should see the world, yet he was blinded by the clouds. He had climbed this high to see the world better, and yet now that he sat at the highest point, he couldn't even see a fragment of the world.
The wind blew heavily; he had to dig his feet deep to withstand it. His nose and ears had gone red from the cold, slowly decaying. The snowflakes fell on his face, painting his hair white.
The radiating sun was covered slightly by the moon, yet it stuck to only cover a part of it. Its glistening rays guided his eyes towards it, yet at the same time, blinding him with its light.
His breath was heavy; each time he inhaled, he felt his body try and heat up, but fail. And after he exhaled, he was alone with the cold inside his body.
Stepping forward, he rested at the top of the mountain, staring at the mighty Sun, with a small smile on his face.
...
"You've got a weird smile, you know?"
