"Down below the cold never really troubled me that much. Up here, however, the winds are so severe and it makes the cold feel ten times worse, the snow feels far sharper too. For the entirety of my life I had lived at what I thought to be the floor of Alluvia, the flatlands of Aava. Sometimes I'd get glimpses of the giants in the horizon, the mountains drawing constellations in the sky with their tips.

I had heard of a story before of a person who went to seek the tallest mountain. Every time he was close to being at the top of the mountain he was climbing, he could see another mountain above him, sometimes close, sometimes so far its base hid away below the line where the eye can see. This is how they lived their entire life, going from mountain to mountain, cursing under their breath on the paths as they traveled to and fro, who knows if they ever found the tallest mountain.

I can certainly sympathize with that character now, each time I feel like I am about to reach the top there is just another peak hiding behind the previous one. It is strange how space acts in this place, things that seem so near are impossibly far away. The clouds, the peaks, the moon, everything feels like I could touch them by just merely reaching out my arm. What seems like a short path extends to a days trek and what seems like a small rock in the distance turns out to be a gigantic boulder.

While this landscape seems miserable and barren, it is beautiful in its own way."