Good old (gold) granite. Reunited at last. Big crystals, more texture, skin thrashed. Six years since Magic Wood, a lifetime before Brione... but Val Bavona. What even is this place? The supposed single boulder, all the problems are on it... such false tricks.
The reality of potential. Aneurysm-inducing blocs, more than could ever be touched or found, let alone climbed, within a single lifetime. Eyes opened wider than ever, as if the lids were pulled and glued back, wishing for some wider scope to take it in. Never enough time. Future trips planned, still assuredly inadequate but absolutely necessary.
