Drifting in a daze, I am neither awake nor asleep. The crisp, cold air compliments a sleeping bag immersed in frost. I’m completely alone...isolated...hypnotized. Without a tent, my view of the stars is unobstructed as the glacier calves... Rocks begin to fall, and the light begins to change; the full moon rises as a deep, bitter cold mass continually flows from the west. There’s an urgent rush to view the illuminated glacier behind me. Cerro Torre stands tall, glowing as it looms overhead... ...something abnormal is sensed. Countless days & attempts to capture this mystical mountain have led to now, this moment....the abnormal. Time seemingly then warps as night becomes blue hour... ...am I dreaming? ...or am I awake? Above a sea of clouds, I feel as if I’m floating; the mountains revealing a character I’ve never seen before. A pulsating mist slowly reveals more of the surroundings over time. I have never seen these mountains like this... ...are they breathing? ...or am I simply dreaming? And in this darkness, I can only stare at the lagoon & my surroundings; pondering if I’m awake, or simply dreaming... And only then, I realize the truth. I’m neither dreaming, sleeping, nor awake... ...I am actually alive. // Composite made of elements shot at the same location, shot over 2 days. @sonyalpha