I crawled below the mountain. It was mammoth and huge_with its vanity and head held high. The clouds kissed passed the peak and the summit. Posing an air of apparent indifference, it shuddered and felt insecure as the travellers approached. It stood tall but its form changed perpetually as it succumbed upon each step.
On the far side there is a stream that sprouts from its very core. It flows down murmuring gently_distancing itself from the peak with every moment that lapses and ceases to exist. The stream watches the mountain getting smaller and smaller losing its grandeur.
The mountain is huge. It has multiple perspectives. To each it appears unique and different.
The mountain has many faces. Forming and deforming. They are all real…..yet all fake!