The air is thick up here. It's hard to see but I still climb the mountain. He's waiting for me. I blindly navigate myself higher and higher, escalating myself to the top of the mountain. The breeze is silenced, the air becomes easier to breathe. I know I'm close. I keep climbing. Then I reach the top. I tilt my head lower. The air is thin now. The clouds now are beneath my feet. Then I glance up. He's here. The radiant blue skies split slowly. A brilliant pair of teeth can be seen from inside the skies' chasm. I assume that he sees me and I'm careful to not anger him. There is no sound. There is no movement. It smiles at me.
