Blackfoot Forest Fehu

The drum beat of his steps was the only constant as he made his way north across the valley. The plague of loss would not cease; he moved for hours and hours, drawn north among the hills with no reason to propel him. Something did. A great desire that persisted even when everything else fell away. Each glimpse of the mountains rising out of the earth (jagged like teeth) was overwhelming; sometimes he thought it was beautiful, other times nerve-wracking, but he did not stop until he found the mountains shielded from him - replaced with spires. The trees caught him like a net. Before long they were all he saw, all he knew, and the mountains stopped existing.