Climb the mountain

“Climb the mountain,” says the wise man.
So, we climb.
It gets colder, and the air gets thinner.
The sky is so beautiful, here above the clouds.
The blue and white, swirling around the mountain range.
I can barely feel my body.
I can barely hear anything, except for… wind.
And the old man, grabbing my arms, shouting in my face.
KEEP CLIMBING! KEEP CLIMBING!
So, we climb.
The air is colder, thinner, darker.
We’re above the sky, looking down on the world.
The old man standing over me.
I close my eyes, and the cold and dark surround me.