I chose to find my own way through the mountains. But no mortal has ever done that before and returned to tell the tale.

Day after day I wander. Higher and higher. Clouds hide the view so I see nothing. The wind shifts the snow so I cannot tell if I'm going round in circles. I have no food and no way home. I will die here. Makes me weaker from hunger. I should have stayed on the dark path: I was told the follow the sun, and that was the sun passing through the night, about to reach the morning I longed for. But instead this is...


Or is it? Can I push my body one last time? Do I have the strength to try to find my way back to the scorpion men and then through those endless black tunnels? Do I have any other choice?