Men are Made of Music

IV

A stranger in a strange world. That was beginning to be how I liked it. From a new stronghold in the unfamiliar foothills, barely even settled in, I decided I'd try my magic hand at an even bolder journey. I was meant to be more than just the shadow of dead men, and I was going to prove it.

A mountain lay before me. I knew what I had to do. I blazed the trail, I braved the range's dangers, and I stood up to the sky. I'd figured my golden age gone. Turns out, it'd just been revving up.

What a glory it is to be sucked into the summit.