The first thing to see when the sun is going down, and bringing the veil of the starry filled sky. The silhouettes of certain shapes, when the horizon dims into darkness. The trees, the city, or the mountains are shown and which are shown, is a beautiful sight to see at sunset.
But then, there is one shape which stands of all the rest—it is a mountain. So beautifully slender, rugged, partly bare, and peaked at the top. But yet so solitary, ominous when gazing at it, and silent......too silent.
Calm and yet so deadly, you'll not suspect a thing from it. Soon living near it's domain, forget, and think it just an regular mountain. For you see, it is not a mountain at all, it's a volcano....and it is sleeping.
For more than ten thousands of years, it has been slumbering and waiting......to be awaken.