Mount Everfall wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

the mountain's shadow covered him.

something smaller, sharper, moved about the hills; he caught it with his one eye, followed the flash of cream when the veiled sun could light the way.

he watched a while. he followed too, a spectre on his long limbs, a stick-man, frayed at the edges. he drifted.

along the edge of the world he saw clusters of red, orange, and the murk that threatened to swallow them up. the ghost neared them and drew a breath, familiar with these.