Neco stepped forward, the moon beginning to peek through the thinning light. "Who wants to wait forever until the moon is gone? The sun is fading, Elias. You can keep those worries and wander the dark, or you can trade them." "Trade them for what?"
Elias stood at the edge of the overlook, the wind whipping against his face like a cold reminder of everything he had left behind. For years, he had carried his regrets like a heavy pack on a never-ending climb—a metaphorical "Everest" that felt impossible to summit. Every mistake he had made was a stone in that pack, pulling at his shoulders and keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. The Encounter
Elias looked away, his hands tightening on the straps of his pack. "The past is all I have. I’m waiting for it to make sense."