We had made it to the foot of the 'mountain', and patiently waiting, a fog would envelop us as if the clouds had fallen from their thrones. Then–even with my abilities to perfectly perceive my surroundings–I felt nothing change as the fog washed over us, and we stood on the central platform of Nosferatu.
We had moved magnitudes of space within an instant, and I couldn't even discern how. It did not bother me still, as mauling over it changed nothing. I did not know, and that was ok. It was simple, some answers were out of reach, and if I didn't know everything, it only meant there was more for me to learn.
I would have lied though, if I didn't address the locksmith and codebreaker at the back of my mind, decrypting all that I had absorbed from the ruins. It wasn't a simple task, and I could feel that, never being able to really think about anything in particular.
