Averie's step landed heavily on the moist dirt path.
"This is pretty far," he complained, panting heavily.
Finally, he was atop the hill.
His downwards gaze could now turn upward, and what greeted him was a sky ablaze with a myriad shades of red.
"It's like a wildfire," he muttered, mesmerized.
The wind was heavy at the top, but just the pure intensity of the setting sun was enough to chase away the shivers.
It was as if he were looking at the edge of the world, as if some higher being had ripped the sky asunder.
"It's not far now," said Director Groux, beckoning Averie to follow along. "The villa over there is our destination."
He pointed at the house consumed in the brightness of the setting sun near the river in the valley below them.
"That is where we will find my inspiration for Lady Ethereal. I can't say you will be impressed, but I hope you will find what you are looking for."
Averie took a shaky breath.
