It was the descent of Mt. Gox when he knew his journey was unique. Upon his descent he triggered an avalanche and got dumped upon by endless bags of snow. It seemed like a legion had unleashed their bags simultaneously. In fact, the descent can better be described as a tumultuous nose dive. B found bottom, so he thought. Nonetheless he proceeded with heightened caution. From here on out, B knew this journey was strenuous. However, for the time being, he told himself all would be ok and any life threatening dangers were in the rear view mirror. Dusting himself off he ignored the local's celebration of the New Year because he did not believe in the lunar cycles, not to mention there was no time to rest. The base of the mountain afforded him no picnics. His trek would take him up switchbacks and back down into narrow valleys. February was near and B told himself this would be THE month.
February was anything but smooth. What B was not aware of was the depth of the lake that resided from the snow melt of Mt. Gox in the distance. This lake was known to the locals as Karpeles. Legend had it the depth of Karpeles was so great that at certain spots it dove down to 0...down to sea level, but B shrugged it off. He knew it was just a myth for he was sky high. For B was headed to the moon!
As B ventured near the lake he figured the name came from the large Carps seen near the surface, but in fact, the depth of the lake concealed something much more threatening. A Karpeles Japanese Killer Whale!! (Many folks question to this day the existence of freshwater killer whales, but I assure you this is not a myth.) The Karpeles Whale with only a small bit of its might slapped his tale on the surface and broke B's support bridge as he crossed. To B it was a tsunami of water! Getting wiped off the bridge B fell into the Lake...into the home of the Karpeles Whale. As B hit the surface he sank...and sank...and sank some more. Keeping his eyes open B noticed everything was dark, for light was not seen at these depths. It was here B believed his journey was coming to an end. His time at the peak of Mt. Pamp was for nothing and those in neighboring Fiatville would make B the butt of all their jokes. However, as B FOMO'd on himself and his future...and after the whale pushed B down to the deepest depths of the lake, B found a torrent of freshwater rising up from underground. As the spring gushed at the bed of the lake, B used its current to rise up to the surface! He was safe. B miraculously bypassed the dangers of Mt. Gox lake and figured he just hit rock bottom. B dusted himself off, looked forward, and continued. His stride was one of determination now. He persisted down the rocky foothills of Mt. Gox...and as he did, the hair on his neck would rise from the ominous shadow of Mt. Gox, as this shadow was constantly casting its darkness on his path. His time in the sun he believed would come again, but for now, his journey would be tied to that ominous structure.
B descended towards the valley. His descent seemed to never end and once again he found his faith in finding THE MOON wavering. The belief that he undertook this journey to change the way his village was looked upon and to finally get Fiatville to treat his village with respect seemed to be a waste. This thought never felt anymore real then when B took a mighty ole fall.
As B trudged down toward the valley bottom one late night near the end of March, he was stopped by a beautiful bird flying around a leafless tree. While watching the bird's dance he saw the most odd shadow he could have imagined. It was as if the branches of the tree formed an "f" like horn on top of the bird's head. A sinister chill spread across his body as he now saw this bird in a completely different light. This caught B off guard and as he took a step back,"BAN!" he wiped. His fall felt like a BANishment into the valley that laid below where nobody would find his remains. B was in fact knocked out and dreaming. During his dream he visualized himself falling onto a cross where his body would remain. It was known to many as the "death cross". B knew it was only a dream when he woke, but the uneasiness he continued to feel that another "fall" was just around any corner, remained. He was on edge. After dusting himself off...again...he saw that it was not the bird's fault for his tumble, but in fact it was the shadow of Mt. Gox. Mt. Gox concealed the rock that he had tripped over...B could not wait to get away from its shadows. However, Mt. Gox stood as a menacing reminder that B will be tested.
B trekked on through Tulip Craze meadows, up May Hopium Hill, and more...he now found himself standing once again over the valley floor. It was now the middle of June and B was exhausted. He had been traveling down Mt. Pawp and Mt. Gox since January (better known as "Double Top")... and feared he was lost. B was in despair. He stood there staring up at the moon and couldn't help himself from thinking how far away the moon felt.
He then asked himself ..."WHEN MOON"