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. Beneath the tumultuous skies, a solitary albatross soared gracefully, unyielding to the storm's fury. Its wings carved paths of hope through the clouds, whispering: "Rise above the chaos, and you will find peace." A lone sailor, weathered face etched with determination, gripping the wheel of their ship amidst a raging storm with dark clouds and fierce winds.