People read the signs, hear the warnings. Still . . . they come. Treasure-seekers. Thrill-junkies. Shit-for-brains!
"The mountain does not whisper," they love to muse. "It insists."
Each person who said that is still up there. And they ain't ever coming down. THE SNOW FALLEN as they're know in town.
Yeah . . . well . . . the mountain may have invited those people up, but it's not what killed them. What did that can't make words. And it took more than their lives. A hell of a lot more.
This is YOUR sign. YOUR only warning. Go on up and join the others if you don't believe me. The snow is waiting with open arms to catch you when you fall.