Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

Stag was silent as he pulled up the rear, noting the hardy, assured steps of his leader. One day, maybe Stag would emulate Mahler -- for now, he simply observed in that doe-eyed way only youths were capable of.

He paused at the lip of a great ledge, peering down into the darkening expanse as Mahler proudly swept his gaze over his reign. To Stag, that otherworld was vast and terrifying. "It's so big." Stag agreed, awestruck by the endless domain that seemed to sweep away from their feet. "Have you seen all of it?"