Scaling giants might sound like fun to the uninitiated, but it is a dangerous endeavour, suitable only for those brave souls willing to risk their lives for a folly.
I myself was uncertain whether I was cut out for it when the giants were first spotted in the Andes. They had slept for eons, hidden between the mountains, gathering moss. Their rumbling awakening frightened me to the core: immovable rocks shaking off the accumulated snow and flicking off entire villages on their backs. Soon they were on the move, roaming the continents.
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