To reach the light, you must climb in the dark.
They had been going up for a while. Stairs made of stone going all around the mountain, swirling its way toward the main gate. This had been a hell of a journey, walking past multiple people who had stopped doing what that carved stone said.
"I'm guessing the dark mentioned here isn't only about visibility," Mori thought out loud.
It felt as if wisdom from millennias past was slowly being carved into him as well. As he kept progressing up Tenet, the tallest mountain, carved stones kept reminding him he was going toward something.
At times he could make out what was written, but Maël's help was a blessing.
"It reminds me of Sisyphus."
Who's that? Asked Maël.
"A legend," said Mori who started climbing the stairs again.
He could feel his legs burning, a feeling he got accustomed to.
