They keep telling me Morte’s Peak isn't real.
LIARS.
I have seen it.
Not in a dream. Not in a vision. I SAW IT.
The mountain is there.
It doesn't appear on the maps because the maps are wrong. The surveyors know. The archivists know. The guards know. Everyone knows, and they pretend they don't because they are afraid of what happens when you admit the truth.
Morte's Peak stands beyond the black forest.
I climbed it.
No—
I remember climbing it.
There were stairs carved into the stone. Thousands of them. Maybe millions. I could hear chanting beneath me the entire way up.
We were told the Peak was the home of the Dead King.
We were wrong.
The Dead King lives beneath it.
I saw his throne.
I saw the empty crown.
I saw—
No.
No, that's impossible.
There wasn't a throne.
There was only a rock.
A normal rock.
The guards showed me the rock this morning and laughed.
They said, "This is Morte's Peak."
They don't understand.
THEY MOVED IT.
They moved the entire mountain.
That's why nobody can find it.
That's why the old scriptures contradict each other.
That's why the stars don't line up anymore.
They moved the mountain while we were sleeping.
And they're going to move it again.
I told the others to prepare.
They called me insane.
Then Brother Varek disappeared.
Then Sister Elian disappeared.
Then the entire eastern congregation disappeared.
I KNOW WHERE THEY WENT.
Morte's Peak took them.
It is hungry.
It has always been hungry.
If you are reading this, do not go looking for it.
Do not follow the bells.
Do not climb the black stairs.
And whatever you do—
DO NOT ANSWER WHEN THE MOUNTAIN CALLS YOUR NAME.
...
They're outside.
I can hear them.
They're saying my name.
No.
No, no, no—
That's not the guards.
They're saying it from inside the walls.
Morte's Peak is real.
MORTE'S PEAK IS REAL.
MORTE'S PEAK IS—
[The remainder of the message consists of unintelligible writing and repeated symbols.]
