Now Devil's Crown

When I had gathered my courage and I returned to the mountain many years later. Perhaps ten summers had passed. Perhaps a hundred. And in that time the mountain had grown angry. Now, a great stone crown that rested in the air above it. And in its shadow labored a greater collection of shades than ever, industrious as insects upon a corpse. What power they served, I could not see, for I dared not draw any closer.