Something or the other will certainly dominate in this region. The elements have to battle one another and yet co-exist in harmony. The Teesta will, for instance, roar threateningly through deep gorges, carving out narrow valleys. The slopes here will be steeper than anywhere else in the world. Mountain faces will be sharper than is normally the case and yet be greener than can ever be imagined. Even in the wrong season. The Red Panda, no matter how cuddly and small, will quietly survive the mercurial temperament of nature. As will the Yak. Trembling in the snows, still plodding on. Glaciers will rumble forbiddingly. Avalanches will thunder down on them. Yet the peaks would glow, drawing themselves up to their full height, their beauty brazenly establishing the true hierarchy of nature. Snow storms and white will be be at one end of the spectrum and hot weather at lower climes will define the climatic boundaries of the region. The Kangchenjunga will loom above it all, its illusion making a mockery of the reality of Everest.