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