Isn't funny the way the mountains hide under the dark cover of night? Don't they just look so frightened? What scares them so much? Maybe the dark, the stars, the moon? People always tell me to stay as strong as the mountains. But look at them now, cowardly fallen down, hiding from the dark. They aren't strong they're just as weak as the rest of the world. But I guess it isn't the night they're scared of, no; it's much simpler. They're afraid of me. They weren't lying... when they said your life flashes before your eyes.