You climb up and up, leaving the sea behind more rapidly than should be possible, until you find yourself walking among stars -- close-hanging, brilliant globes of white fire. Although you continue to move upwards with astonishing speed, a weight seems to be pressing down on you. It drags at your limbs, settling into a deep ache across your shoulders, and now it is so cold that you can see your breath.

[this is so beautiful and wondrous, but...reaching around to rub at his shoulders, looking around and above above, he doesn't like that, and he definitely doesn't like the cold, brr brrr]

There's nothing above you but space and an endless depth of stars. Do you continue up?

[a little cautious now, but yes]

After a long, uncertain climb, the path runs out.