Miles. I've been walking for miles at end. Tracking through the snow. It feels meaningless. For some unexplained reason the slopes aren't coming any closer. How far do I have to go? For how much longer? I'm nowhere near the starting point, but neither is the peak coming into reach. It's just as far away as it had been before I've even started this part of my quest. Oddly it feels as if I was astrally projected. Like my soul had passed through many insubstantial netherworlds. Spitting me out in the middle of nowhere. Trapped in this eternal snow. I can put on a brave face and hide my annoyance and defeat. But subconsciously I know that I'm in desperate need of help. It doesn't seem like any assistance would cross my way. With my luck I would most likely cross the Abominable Snowman's path.
