The vista of Snowburn was beautiful.

The majestic fog formed at the top of the mountain
slowly poured down along the ridge.

I carefully chose a spot to build a bonfire
so that it could be seen
from the lower altitudes.

Little twigs wet with fogs
constantly killed the fire
but I was not ready to give up.

The bonfire I build would
become a little beacon of hope
for everyone who visits this mountain.

I finally built a fire.
From a far, brave roar of the guards
at the Windwhisper Lodge echoes.

A Romantic Adventurer, Peregrin Huga III.