>>1069201I felt myself like a ghost that couldn't interract with material world. Never mind, the night came, and I finally left my tent, first half an hour everything felt unreal and scary, the layer of snow made the planned path look unfamiliar, but I kept walking, when the dusk came I felt super uplifted and full of strength, the most difficult part of the route that I was thinking may appear too hard for me, was really easy and I passed it fast. Then the slope began, it was covered with snow, but the ice underneath was rock solid, crampons barely held on it, above the slope there was a range of high rocks, soon I heard a weird bullet like noise, that came from the stones falling as the sun heated the rocks above. When they started to fly by my feet like shadows, leaving carves in the snow, I felt very uncomfortable. By the end of traversing the slope my crampons got filled with wet snow, and on the next step I suddenly fell and started to slipp into the abyss very fast, I tried to scratch hold wih my bare hands on ice, rocks or anything, since I was sure it was the end,