20/06/2025
The Himalayas don’t soothe — they shatter.
They tear through your certainties with ice, wind, and silence that deafens.
Every turn with Lahimalaya is a confrontation — with the cliff’s edge, the thin air, and your own illusion of control.
No comfort. No noise. Just you, the abyss, and what’s left when everything else is stripped.
This isn’t healing. It’s exorcism.
And somewhere between frozen breath and burnt-out fear,
you finally meet what’s real — you.
