Gemotions

The wind whipped around his face as he stared at the mountain peak. The summit, the path, everything. Another climber, a complete stranger, had mapped out the same route he had been planning for months.

He gripped his ice axe so hard that his knuckles ached. His breath came in ragged gasps. The anticipation of the climb, the thrill of discovery, had become a chilling emptiness. The world felt…off. He looked at the other climber, a man who seemed so relaxed and confident. It was like looking into a distorted mirror.