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