The valley below never saw Kaelen again, but from 그날 forward, the clouds over the Rar' moved with a strange, purposeful grace, as if two spirits were dancing within the mist.
is a name whispered only in the deepest trenches of the Rar' mountain range, a place where the air is so thin it tastes like cold iron . Dienegdfg rar
As Kaelen reached the 10,000-foot mark, the Rar' began to speak. The wind didn't howl; it vibrated, humming a low, rhythmic frequency that settled in his marrow. Then, the shadows began to move independently of the light. The valley below never saw Kaelen again, but
Kaelen was the first climber in three generations to attempt the ascent. He didn't seek gold or glory; he sought his sister, who had vanished during the Great Frost. The elders said she hadn't died; she had been "borrowed" by the Dienegdfg to serve as a Weaver of Clouds. The wind didn't howl; it vibrated, humming a
"You bring the scent of the heavy air," the Dienegdfg spoke, its voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates.
Kaelen looked down at his frozen hands, then up at the shimmering entity. To save her, he would have to leave the world of men behind and become a ghost of the Rar'. Without a second thought, he reached out and touched the shifting smoke of the Dienegdfg’s hand.
The creature tilted its head, its form stabilizing into a mockery of a human face. "The Rar' does not give back what it has claimed. But it does offer a trade. To see her, you must become like us. You must shed the weight of your blood and the density of your memories."