FORCE MAJEURE
Your Heart Beats Out Here
Sometimes the mountain lets your heart thrive. Instead of striving to achieve, you might as well find peace. The mountain doesn’t care. This trail before you is a kind invitation for those who rather listen than talk. A precious gift. An offer to be taken only by the humble hearts and noble souls. Follow this path regardfully or stay away for good.
We’re only guests
FORCE MAJEURE
There are places that don’t care who you are. Out here, ego fades. Doubt speaks. And somewhere between silence and strain, something ancient begins to answer. Force Majeure is for the runners who bow to the storm. Those who carry the cold into their lungs like truth. Who listen to a forgotten language. Those who return changed — or not at all.
