AS you make your way accros the forest in your standard military formation, the brushes and the trees seem to always be in your way, and you realise that if it were not for the flowers showing you the way, you would never have thought about coming this way. As you make your way further into unknown territories, venturing where no man has been before and no map has ever been written, you start to get the shakes. Maybe not out of fear, for surely your hearts are immune to it after so many battles, surely not out of eagerness, for who would be eager enough to expose his tender skin to the violence of unfriendly strangers, but still, you get this queezy feeling in your belly that makes the whole world seem more present, more oppressive. You are on the edge of perception, and you can almost hear the forest screaming at you: ''you do not belong here, this is not your place'' but still, you move on, following the blooming flowers of the nymph queen.
you are almost at it's root when you arrive at the base of the mountain. It is a weird mountain really, more like a stony spear, jutting out of the ground, with numerous holes in it, vaguely ressembling a cheese. An enormous cheese. There is pratically no room between the forest and the mountain, as if they have been waging a constant war with one another for the past millenia, and not one of them is even close to surrendering.
An eagle rises from the top of the mountain, surely where it's nest is, and starts climbing in the sky. Surely, this must be the mountain of cheese.
