Ascending higher and higher, expectation climbs as you face the unknown. How numb you feel, after so long. There are tears, they reside in a sore little spot in your chest. You don't even know why they are there, they just are and so your bafflement is complete as you step out into a world, the real world and find an eerie silence, silence as deep as the great stone canyons that rise above you.
Feel the peace of the mountains, somehow the air is richer and the stifled breath that you unconsciously held is released as you walk around and the only thoughts in your head are of greenery and the gravel which crunches beneath your feet.
There are pungent smells, growth and decay, fresh woodsy lichen and moss. Water a melodious companion to the birds filtering in the trees calling for their lovers.
Contemplate that, contemplate reality. There are busy creatures here, building homes, finding food, we are the foolish ones.
Here there is a deep peace, here is the real world, descending the mountains is heading back into insanity.