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