Old Soil, Ring Time Mountain.
The stars surrounding the mountain are no longer the familiar darkness, but tinted a pearly grayish white, like the embers left after charcoal burns. Numerous brass-colored clouds form a spiral, rising from the mountainside, covering most of the colorless giant mountain tightly.
These brass clouds, draping over the translucent mountain bodies like the bodies of snakes, lie low against the paths leading up the mountain, meandering along the intermittent mountain roads, and discontinuously floating upward...
Yes, that's right, floating discontinuously.
Staring into the distance at the brass clouds that swing like a clock's pendulum, pausing every second, stuttering toward the mountain peak, and Ring Time Mountain loomed under the clouds' concealment, Leon's brow furrowed. He then raised his hand to pat the old yellow ox's back.
"Weren't you nailed on the mountainside? How come I can't see your corpse?"
