Ты want to be there. Ты know Ты do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when Ты look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs Ты on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
The Land Ты thirst for has loomed at the вверх of the mountain in Metopia for as long as Ты can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing день as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. Ты begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...
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