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After that, things went white, and stayed white and silent for what seemed a long time. White white white. No feeling.
Then, I was me again, I don’t know how, but I knew I was. But more that this, I seemed to be flying over a fantastic landscape…menacing crags and peaks of numberless mountains and gorges that had no roads, mag lifts, skytracks nor even weather stations, rugged untouched terrain sprinkled with snows and tall trees. Clouds were racing and over the horizon a thunderstorm lumbered, cracking now and again with lightening. I raced towards the broiling storm, and then I saw ahead of me on a crag the impossible spire of a fortress, with one lone burning light in the highest tower.
