The land loomed around him
full of everything
everything which he could want
everything he detested
like a mirror maze
he saw himself
bending wildly out of shape
cast in odd angles
the clouds rained upwards
and the people spoke
in a strange foreign tongue
harsh and lyrical
and blunt
the road he was on
was paved with
cast gold corpses
pretty corpses
would he become the next stretch?
it seemed unlikely
armed with only
a much needed sense of arrogance
he walked on
towards champion mountain
the best that ever was
the best that would ever come
entirely forgettable