You climb ever higher. Your eyes are frozen shut. You blindly strive onward until beams of light illuminate your face and you are bathed in heat. The ice binding your eyelids melts away and you stare, blinking, through frigid tears. The world stretches out below you. You have climbed above the mountain, beyond the peak, higher and higher into the air itself. You float here. Is this your goal? To soar above this world? To observe the maze below you? No.

Beneath you, the rock is hard and solid and safe and inviting. Around you, the cloud is thick.