shape abruptly breaking the white is the oldest of the sisters , looking over her six younger siblings , six smaller islands . Star and islands , the coincidence wasn ’ t lost , the landscape shaped by the story of the sisters , their fear , running , hiding from the man . I looked back to the woman and frowned as I felt a need to move on .
As the sun rose over my shoulder my shadow cast toward the oldest sister , as if needing to speak she drew me forward , the immense , perfect cone stood proud amongst the white plain . An impressive structure , only nature could create something so seemingly perfect . The need to approach was a need to climb , effort not wasted .
The sister presented a surreal view , it became clear why the elder of the sisters was here , she had a clear view of the boundless vista , her sisters scattered amongst the almost perfect white plain , so extensive
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