These mountains I travel, bleak and motionless, yet strangely
familiar... I think as I reach the top I shall see my destination. But
as I climb, a hint of doubt creeps in. but that all washes away
because im suddenly at the top! I look around and instead of seeing
where I wish to be, I see an endless mass of these Grey Mountains.
I start to cry, but these Mountains won't let me. they seem to suck
the emotion out of me... I look about angrily, but there is nothing, I
am alone. So I continue on my journey, tree after tree, rock after rock.
But they aren't real. They are the hopeless, cheap knock-off,
versions of the real thing. How can this be, I think.
But that thought was cut short when I heard a twig break. I swirl
around nearly falling, I gather myself and look around. Nothing.
I start to get to nervous, I take off running. I duck behind a tree.
I thought I heard something, but I then realized what I was hearing
was the beating of my heart. "im being paranoid". So I
go on. I walk along the Mountains in utter loneliness. I look
about me, "which way?" it all looks the same... So
I follow the wind. I go north. All along the way I'm tormented...
After years of this I can no longer go on by myself. I drop
down on my knees, I scream aloud. I start crying out for help.
