The silhouette is tiny at the bottom of the canvas, almost lost in the vast white expanse beneath a distant sky, heavy with silver. The mass of the mountain is almost palpable, made denser by the thick layers of paint on the canvas. Lightning bolts flash in their primary colors: red for urgency and danger, blue for sadness and melancholy, yellow for frustration and anxiety. There's no apparent goal for this walk, which is no casual stroll, but rather a determination, a perseverance, something akin to the courage to live that leads to resilience.

Sometimes in the mountains, there are big snowstorms. Everything turns all white, and you can't see where you are going. There are flashes of lightning, but they don't show you the way. So, you have to keep walking, step by step, even if it's hard. If you stop, you could get covered in snow. But if you stay brave and move slowly, you will always find a way out.