Great are the temples which stand through the ages—crafted by the mightiest of kings to endure the winds of time. I wended my way up the mountain, crunching through the leaves with every step. Mist wisped around me, tickling the back of my neck and saturating my collar with dampness.
That is a very evocative story. Eternity in the forest, buried and burying man's works.
And the one-eyed man who gave up his sight for wisdom.
Woden overseeing it all.