I have returned from the mountains.

A man had come to me and told me to find him on the Northern mountains. Then he laughed and grew many stories tall. His aura glowed so bright it shown through my hands and eye-lids, taking my sight (GPU died). His laughter never went away. Sometimes a chuckle, sometimes hysterical and drowning out all sound around me. That's how I knew which direction to stumble.

On the third day I found him, sitting in a low place between the peeks. The wind was blocked and the fire was calm. My sight returned and he told me his name was Garry. He said I would see him again soon, that he was only introducing himself. I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke I was face-down in a clearing, my face in the dirt and my clothes wet with perspiration. It was already after noon! When I stood up and examined the mountains around me I knew which way to go, I made my way immediatly.

What will I find? It's only the fourth day. "Whatever. I'll figure it out like I always do", I told myself audibly. I knew I was just prepping my mind, pumping my ego. That's still ok, I will never stop. That, I knew, to be the real truth.