We had thrived atop Mount Annum. It was the highest peak as far as the eye could see.
Once, we had sprained an ankle on the Foothills of Many Betas in the west. We remembered miserable visits to the Bog of Eternal Driver Approval in the east. Every time, we had quickly returned home.
So far away, and yet oddly specific. We lit the fuse and plugged our ears.
We flew over the stifling Bog of Eternal Driver Approval. We flew over the perilous Sea of Recklessness.