The Ancient Smaze that had been the miasma of so many in Our realm, enshrouded everything in Its dominion. None in Its path was spared Its muddle. But I was restless, and had cultivated survival techniques to walk deliberately, through the dread and gloom of Its obscurity.

At times, I would stop and feel for the outstretched tentacles of nearby dead trees to reorient My physical and spiritual bearing. A cluster of timbered sherpa corpses helped Me along the path toward My next destination, and I never wavered in deliberateness of step.