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Mountains. Huge, majestic, they stretched beyond the horizon. A misty haze shrouded their peaks, creating a feeling of mystery. A clear silver-gray sky crashed into the scarlet-black horizon line - it seemed as if the awkward artist had brushed the cans of paint onto the canvas with his hand, creating this abrupt but amazingly beautiful transition.

The sun was rising. The rays of the awakening star colored the earth, and the mountains flared with a bright violet-purple color.

A cold wind was blowing. William looked at this beauty with a sinking heart, not believing that there could be such a magnificent place on earth. Looking down at the plain at the foot of the mountain, his breath caught. How high!

The soil underfoot was an unusual lilac-violet color. William bent down and picked up one of the small pebbles that had broken off from the mass. The young man spent some time admiring the smooth surface of the fragment, which glittered under the sun’s rays with all the colors of the rai