As lightning split the heavens and thunder roared, a majestic mountain loomed unwavering, its peak touching the heavens. It murmured to the heavens: "Through every storm, there is a summit to be reached." A lone, silhouette sailor, muscles corded and face etched with defiance, grips the wheel of a tiny sailboat tossed like a cork in a churning sea of emerald green, illuminated by a bolt of lightning that splits a sky ablaze with ominous purple clouds.