It seemed I wouldn't get a break, as it was one thing after another, and before I knew it, we were up in the mountains, and for my sake no less. I had been using my peculiar eyes to see what was happening outside, and we were high, really high. The 'mountain' we were heading towards, was also quite otherworldly.
The shape was off, in many ways, as it looked like a statue more than anything else, no, it was a statue, one that rivaled great sculptures like The Thinker and Pietà it was so well done. It had the torso of man, or at least it looked humanoid, then its lower half, instead of splitting off into two feet, turned into tails.
Those tails made up the mountain range around it, as they slithered about. It was scaly too, its four massive arms and tails covered in them. As for the rest of it, it had many wings, though I did not take the time to count, as for its head, it did not have one.
