Majestic Mountains

The shining noon sun glinted off of the angular slopes of the snow-drenched mountains. A blanket of white filled the entire horizon, from the brown, rocky base all the way up to the summit, which pierced the crisp, cloudless blue sky like an arrowhead aimed at the heavens.

The blinding white wall was doubled by a perfectly inverted reflection, sparkling up from the still blue waters of a mirror lake. Nothing moved -- not a tree or leaf in sight, not a cloud, not a living thing. A few sparse branches stuck out from the barren shore, skeletal remnants of the once-living shrubs dotting the landscape.  The entire scene was calm and serene, yet foreboding and overwhelming.

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