The Sunspire I've seen the future, it's fading faster

At some twist in the path or another, Glaukos lost track of the elder. He had been hiking higher upon the mountain than before and after an hour or two, realized he was alone. There was frost clinging to every surface. A thin covering of ice glittered across piles of leaf-litter. The clouds overhead were dark and fat; yet the air was still, and he could see his breath.