Cycle 9, The Mast

• Hunter sits upon a high platform, looking down at the clouds below, he's high in the sky, spear on his back.
• He stared at the thick clouds below, obscuring the ground, a tiny vertigo crawls up on him but the view mostly makes up for it.
• Hunter stared at the giant and tall structures barely poking out, communication masts like the one he is currently sitting upon, and the iterator structures themselves.
• ...
• "Now what?" - he asked generally to just, himself, no idea what to do with the rest of his short life.