Once you've reached the top, look back and you see a whole world spread before you, untouched and unexplored, And ahead... a quiet, white, abyss So savor every feather, every flower, every drop of rain. Get to the top, but not without living first. And here you are, at the infamous fungal tree at the top of the world. Afraid to let go, confused as to what's ahead (nothing obviously), but free to fly down to the world and opportunities below. Uh, shoot me if that made sense. The result of a month long artist's block, yay!