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Our route brought us near the towering presence of Everflow Mountain, a sight that never fails to inspire awe, no matter how many times one encounters it. The sheer magnitude of the mountain is beyond description—a monolithic titan that seems to defy reason. As we traveled along the road, its vast form dominated the western horizon, its peak piercing the sky, veiled in the mist like some ancient deity watching over the land.

Even though this marks the third time in my life that I’ve laid eyes upon Everflow Mountain, its majesty remains undiminished. Each time feels like the first, the overwhelming scale of it stirring something within me—a mix of wonder and insignificance. No matter how familiar I become with its silhouette, I find myself captivated by its immensity, its rugged cliffs and sprawling ridges stretching out as far as I can see. It is the kind of sight that humbles you, reminding you that, in the grand scheme of things, you are but a fleeting speck against the backdrop of something timeless and enduring.

It still boggles my mind that such a colossal and imposing mountain as the Everflow is not the tallest on the continent, but rather the second. Its sheer size and majesty would make one assume it held the top position, yet the title of the highest peak still belongs to the distant, snow-laden giants of the Toegorea Mountain Range, far to the east in the Union States.

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Even knowing this fact doesn’t make it any easier to accept. Standing in Everflow's shadow, with its massive slopes stretching endlessly upward, it feels impossible that there could be something grander, something towering even higher. The mountains of Toegorea must truly be beyond comprehension if they dwarf Everflow, for I can scarcely imagine anything more awe-inspiring than what now looms before me.

It dawned on me today that, for all the times I’ve marveled at Everflow Mountain, I have never truly beheld its southern side—the place where its famed waters cascade from hidden heights, forming those colossal waterfalls that give birth to the Everflow River. That mighty river, winding its way through the landscape, nourishes the fertile lands of Harvest Valley, turning the region into one of the most abundant farmlands on the continent.

It’s a wonder I’ve never made the journey to witness such a site with my own eyes. To see those waterfalls plunging from the mountain's heights, to stand at the source of the river that sustains so many lives. The thought stirs something within me—a longing to explore more of this great mountain than the glimpses I’ve been afforded over the years.

Once this expedition is behind me, I believe I shall make it a priority to travel southward and take in those sights for myself.