And the mist remained, as always, like the seers said they would.
He waited on that solitary cliff like his forebears before him,
looking with wild hope upon the ocean, for that blinding vision which would seal his fate forever.
And all the while the creatures and mysteries of his world writhed at his feet,
desperate for his attention, desperate for his love, desperate to love him.
But he couldn't turn away from that wild hope upon the sea.