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