Of a giant tall and strong. It had to be smaller... or, perhaps, not.
Yet in a dream it towers over mighty mountains - and winds lean away, daring not to touch his steps. Once, it came with those who weaved his story from the very beginning. And with him, those days of yore went to oblivion...
...and a new tale lies dormant in his frozen bones, far-far away, within Heaven's Veil cold mountains. A story I might tell one day. A story of home, of a beast - and tiny bell, who's crystal tunes lured the mighty gargant into following. One thing it always answered to."
