Searing pain jolted the monk awake. This time, he found himself atop a high peak covered in snow and ash. More tired than frustrated, his eyes wanted to rest and sleep but his mind fought against them knowing that another relapse may transport him to worse places. Clenching his teeth, he could still hear the distant trance of the Siren’s lullaby dispersed between the wind’s howls. Such denial of sweet comforts and the easy life appeared maddening but he knew that resistance made the will stronger, less brittle when the world returned after the Siren’s call. His convictions reaffirmed, the monk reset the thunder rod and resumed his meditations.