And In my Ascent I feared for those to lift me, may be the stairs for which I step. And he feared, in his stagnant, he would become the stair for which whom ascended...
The plain wavered under the gusts of the fall wind; wheat, the rare unburned and untouched brazened the ground with a fictitious glow glow; and he emerged from the war sewed forest step by step towards honors' demise.
-Defining a Color Chapter 5