Even in the air, it seemed to tower above her, its image lengthening and distorting. The clouds couldn’t even get close to its height, nor could the snow. The mountains continued to either side, as she knew they must until the very edge of the ring. I wonder what the point is of having mountains on the edge. Below them, it already seemed like the ground was sloping slightly uphill. Only directly below was there any exception to this, on a specific patch of ice unlike all around it.