A Brilliant light shines through a dim gray, highlighting beautiful figures. Below the light, innumerable corpses lay. They reach into the sky, acting as a podium for anyone still breathing to look below unto the desolate earth.
The further I travel, the greater the distance between me and the summit grows. After a time my vision blurs, morphing the landscape into nondescript geometry. My mind wanders, growing foggy and dull. As a result my legs no longer receive direction; all that's left is the vague sensation of movement. In a moment, I'll find clarity. The land molds back into shape, regaining its sharp edges. Colors are poured back into the seams of every rock, tree and crevasse, creating an expertly painted piece. It's in these moments that I can look back to see the great gap between me and where I had first begun. Then, the clarity fades and the cycle continues. Ever repeating.
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