The notion of a mountain.

You are drawn to what you think of as a mountain. It is majestic, towering, strong, and firm. Life adorns it and it inspires stories of the gods.

"That woulda been mine choice too. Offski with ya!"

You tumble.

Wind whips past your face as you realize you have a body again.

You open your eyes to see clouds beneath you.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

You are plummeting to your death it seems.

Your whole body cringing at the anticipated oblivion.

You have plenty of time to curse the Psychopomp for dropping you literally from high orbit.

And then you see it. The beautiful mountain range below you, catching the rays of a morning sun.

It is the most wonderous thing you have ever seen. Granted you will die VERY shortly but the sight is truly awe inspiring.

You remember that you were screaming, you resume doing so.

There's a mountain top. Guess thats where you are gonna die.

Yup.

Here it comes...

**thud**

Uhm. Thud?

You have landed, compared to teminal velocity, very softly.

And unharmed.

You are standing naked, but not cold, on this mountain top in the dazzling early rays of the sun.