<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">You have journeyed much, in these lands most strange; these unending mountains whose peaks stretch towards the heavens. Through ridge and pass you have gone, by valley and crest alike, over leagues unnumbered of blackened stone and roaring wind. What remained, then, but to press ever onwards, towards some end unknown, unseen, and scarcely dreamt? Lo, and upon the farthest verge of sight, a mountain beyond all telling, whose sides were as sheer walls set against unending skies. Thither you were drawn, compelled somehow to climb it, to ascend beyond, and gaze upon what remained above...yet before your feet could touch that dread ascent, one trial most great remained; a narrow path, a ledge upon which one could scarcely stand, poised above gulfs unfathomable, whose stygian darkness struck the surroundings with a force most like light.</span></span>

<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">What narrowness it was, what blade-like edge which stood as your only road. You could not cross it with what you carried; you could not cross it with all you brought. You could see, in the distance, possessions much alike; replacements most plentiful, of quality far greater! But how should a soul one so readily abandon that which had brought them through all that was? What hardness of heart might it take to hew one's lifeboat into lumber? To turn one's cradle into kindling?</span></span>

<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">No will so greatly weighed, none save the will to live.</span></span>

<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">You search the resolve to do so inside you; you drive your will to muster strength. What littlest burden may you carry, that shall find you the grit to walk?</span></span>

<span class="mu-i">You awaken.</span>