You stand frozen as the great yak yawns, its foul breath mingling with the cold air, swirling in visible waves of discomfort. The world around you seems to dissolve into soft focus, as your senses drown in a nauseating fog of heat and stench, each breath pulling you closer to unconsciousness. In this surreal moment, the tension between you and beast hovers in the air, thick and silent, as if nature itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to break.