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