Hark well, as I tell you the tale of The First-Damned, may his forgotten true-name be forever cursed. In his arrogance, he drew the gaze of Misfortune to this world, bringing damnation upon us all.
A child begins what elders finishes. To laugh and cry. To breath and sigh.
Air breaths thin.
Fog rolls over the firmament.
Boulders of harden granite crashes down towards us.
We can no longer see the peak, but we know it's close.
All sign of life is gone since the tree line.
Rations are running low.
It's getting colder.
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