Beneath a sky of fractured violet,
where clouds are stitched in trembling dots,
a mountain wakes in ancient code
its jagged spine a line of ancient gods.
Snow clings like static on the highest crown,
white noise against the stone’s deep bruise of brown.
Slopes descend in olive, rust, and shade,
each ridge a glitch the wilderness has made.
The dithered wind blows silent through the screen,
carrying echoes of forgotten dream
of climbers lost in phosphor years ago,
whose footprints bloom in cyan, fade in snow.
Here time is rendered line by line,
each shadow cast in careful, patterned light.
No breath, no sound yet every peak and stone
pulses with the heartbeat of the unknown.
Stand before this frozen, glowing range
and feel the old world press against the new.
A single pixel holds the weight of ages
eternal, trembling, beautiful, and true.
Dithered photography of Mount Rolleston, captured by Lapom from Avalanche Peak in New Zealand, January 2024.
