This was his case.

As he beat against the piercing chill wind,
he still found it in him to be grateful.
Grateful he had these clothes on - but who owns them?

What am I doing here?
How did I get here?

There was no logic he could find to his present condition but he knows he has been existing, but not in this place.

If I could get to the peak of this mountain, I will get my answers.
Answers to all questions.

Already bored with the questions as they keep resurrecting.
He continued mounting.

What happened?
Or what is happening?
How far am I from?
Where am I going or where am I to go from here?

The major wonder that exist is how come he keeps feeling refreshed. No hunger! No thirst!

Am I dead?

Almost at the peak, with increased efforts he fastens his mount.
There must be something at the other side.

Story continues... Please stay tuned.
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