September 2013. My first encounter with Dent Blanche, a legendary Valais mountain. A lightning emotion sweeps through me. This celestial encounter changed my life forever. I had only one quest: to photograph the high mountain in the grip of the elements, to immortalize the grace of its wind-whitened rock faces.

On the eve of our meeting, I decided to explore the Grand Mountet hut, famous for its location at the heart of the Imperial Crown of Zinal. A beginner mountaineer at the time, I strayed onto the old path leading to the hut. Although impassable, I take it, braving the obstacles and difficulties. Time goes by and I hang on. But night falls when I finally reach the hut, and I can't make out the surrounding mountains, already plunged in darkness. I rest for a few hours before continuing my journey in the middle of the night. I dream of gazing up at summits , reborn under the glittering caresses of the early morning light.

But as I walk, the clouds keep dancing around Dent Blanche. In a back-and-forth movement that seems to delight them, they devour summit before returning it to life. As the winds sway, my heart sways from doubt to hope. Will nature let me admire her most beautiful sunrise? Will I be lucky enough to witness this dazzling spectacle? Uncertainty hangs over my ascent, but I still want to believe.

Suddenly, in front of me, Dent Blanche is revealed. The moon gives way to the sun, illuminating the mountain, inaccessible and sumptuous. As the curtain rises on a magisterial scene, the clouds part before my astonished eyes. A wreath of mist ignites summit. The mountain is striking. The sparkling folds of its royal mantle, its pure lines so powerful. The glacier hanging from its north face, which has retreated so much in the last 100 years. From its deep faults to its formidable strength, at sunrise Dent Blanche reveals its majestic and eternal beauty.