# About the Silver Mountain Author: Paynalton Canonical source: Language: en Original publication: Somewhere on the web there is a place of green meadows that sway with the wind of the ceaseless winter.

Soft hills enhance the night landscape in which morning will never come. Only the moon, with its silvery glimmers, illuminates the solitude of these highlands where all rush at full speed.

There is always a message to send, a post to publish, a page to check, and a purchase to make. Few have stopped to contemplate this digital valley created by thousands of unfulfilled dreams and unanswered questions. Few contemplate the gentle grass that dazzles, reflecting the beautiful lunar light that bathes it.

Few have noticed that in this valley, a mountain rises covered with grass and rock that takes on the color of the moon. A few have called it "The Silver Mountain."

On the slope of this mountain, a shapeless being goes nowhere, simply sitting there on the mountain thinking, dreaming, pondering on a thousand topics that come to his mind like an arcane torrent that comes from an unforgettable past, seeking to be remembered.

No one has seen him, and only a few have stopped for a moment in the distance to listen to his murmurs.

They call him "The Solitary," "The Madman," "The Man of the Silver Mountain."