I look to the north.

The copper gilded world shines.

I imagine giants.

At a glance, a stranger could tell they were brothers. Though one was scrawny, his angular features pockmarked with scars, and the other built, his handsome features angelic in the dull light, there was a clear echo of one in the other.

Staring into the unknown will do funny things to your mind. People laugh or cry or scream. I guess that just shows you. We all go mad in our own special ways.