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