a journey through the mountains. The travellers walked the land not knowing how their journey would end but going all the same, giving themselves to uncertainty for the only certainty that mattered: they were alive, free and with their friends. Around them, empires crumbled like avalanches, long time coming. Spirits rose and fell like the mountains and the valleys. But still the journey beckoned. The certainty of footsteps for the vagaries of the heart.