Rocks crumbled beneath my feet as I firmly held onto the rough edges of the mountain.
The slope was so steep I had to dig my fingers into the rock to keep me from sliding back.
I could feel my breath disappearing in the cold air as I pushed myself higher. I had been climbing for what felt like hours or maybe even days. My hands were numb, my legs exhausted, and I had no idea how much longer I could keep going.
To make matters worse, the snowfall grew heavier with each passing minute, making it difficult to clearly see where I was going.
I stood at a narrow edge, trying to catch my breath. I was far from the top, and everything around me was a jumble of rocks and sharp icicles.
If I didn't find shelter soon, I'd either die by freezing or falling off this mountain. And to be honest, n
