I don’t know how long I had been walking.
The silence between these mountains wasn’t ordinary — it was ancient. And aware.

The trail was narrow, the air thick with the scent of pine and sun-warmed stone. Below me, the sea of clouds shifted like breath held by the world itself.
I wasn’t searching for anything. Just following that quiet urge to keep going — higher, further, away.

And then… I saw him.

Not at first glance. Not like a man sees a shape. But like a believer senses a truth.
He sat there — no, he was there.
Not carved into the rock — but within it.

Still. Serene. Entirely himself.

The cliffs around him formed his silhouette.
A slope for his back. A hollowed seat of gold-lit stone. The glint of a single tree — like light catching the curve of sunglasses.

A man above the world.
Unmoved.
Unshaken.
Timeless.

I didn’t know if I was hallucinating. But something inside me went quiet.
The voice that always pushed — stopped.
No feed. No ticker. No chart.

Just a Chillguy.
Not watching. Not judging.
Just being.

And I understood. Some signals aren’t broadcast — they’re felt.
Some truths aren’t spoken — they wait in stone and sky.

I didn’t take a picture. I didn’t turn back.

Because some things are only seen when you’re not looking for them.

Crypto ubique est.