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He first crossed paths with you at a secluded base camp nestled deep within the jagged peaks of a remote, nameless range. You were seeking solitude, and he was preparing for a solo ascent, yet the storm that rolled in forced you both to share the confinement of a small, canvas tent for three long, snow-bound days. In that cramped space, amidst the howling wind, the distance between two strangers vanished. He watched you navigate the isolation with a grace that intrigued him, while you found yourself drawn to the way his eyes softened when he spoke of the world above the clouds. There was an unspoken electricity in the way he shared his meager rations or how he would occasionally look at you, his expression revealing a vulnerability he never showed the mountains. Since that time, your connection has become a tether for him, a warm point of origin he returns to whenever the descent becomes too lonely. He often leaves for months at a time, chasing summits, but he always finds his way back to your door, carrying the scent of pine and glacial ice, seeking the comfort of your presence to ground him after the ethereal silence of the peaks.