wewe want to be there. wewe know wewe do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when wewe look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs wewe on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land wewe thirst for has loomed at the juu of the mountain in Metopia for as long as wewe can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing siku as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. wewe begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...