The crystalline cavern shaped after eons of tectonic shifts could just as well be lined with diamonds as ancient ice. These are the Lost Civilization’s perilous mountains, inspiring a piece that captures their majesty. The howl of sub-freezing winds is an auditory compass. Guiding to a source of strength, the endpoint is a reward for an arduous journey. As the destination is reached, night falls, and the sky illuminates with the realization that the stars have never been this close before.