النص (en)

What climbs, eats. What cannot, looks up. He does not accept the legend. A flash of white, a shift of weight. And the hunter is left grasping at nothing but air. Once more, the mountain opens just enough to let her vanish back into it. Balance the weight as it goes, the one place gravity forgets to apply. Insult is a thing bears remember. He returns to the scene he used before. The other two are reachable, so he chooses the reachable one. But it isn't. It jumps again. The bear owns the ground. The goats own the geometry. Three kings of the cliff face. Robed in. Unbothered by the drop beneath them. Below. 700 pounds of patience.