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It is said by those with any wisdom that the views from the Rock are unparalleled, though few brave the climb. The Rock does not distinguish itself compared to its neighbours at first glance—though it does not embarrass itself by any means—and the priests live comfortably in the temple not far above its base. Villagers from the nearby valleys often find celebrate joys and endure grief at the temple, but on occasion a pilgrim from further off will come to the Rock to attempt an ascent.
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The path up begins unassumingly, and climbers have little trouble following the carefully maintained path up to the small shrine where every week a priest anoints a bolt of silk. The silk is then only to be used for those fearful of an uncovered head under open sky along the path to the summit.
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Past the shrine, however, the trees give way to shrubs, and the air grows biting. Soon even the bushes disappear, leaving only pebbles. Though birds have long avoided the mountain range, vultures have been seen far overhead, which some see as proof that the Aery survives, hidden even to the rest of the Hidden Lands.
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Here the pilgrim might look back to glimpse the hard fought view from the Rock. For most peaks, as one climbs they can see across a further distance. This relationship is nearly universal: altitude offers better views of space. However, it is known to the priests that the Rock offers better views across time.
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Scores of pilgrims come to the Rock catch a glimpse of their futures, while others come to revisit some moment of their past. But like all mountains, none can control the view from the top, for it is only the Highest Power that can place a mountain and paint its views.
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