The sun rises on a mountain, painting a beautiful portrait as a lone figure scrambles up the slopes.<br/>Cloud pants as he struggles up the mountain, burdened down by the newborn goat that he must sacrifice at noon.<br/>He stops for a breath and notices a stunningly, beautiful woman sitting astride a boulder.<br/>Cloud calls out to her, and is answered by a beautiful song...<br/><br/>Where the wind blows<br/>The gods will go<br/>Astride Olympus<br/>Ne'er will it show<br/>To mortal eyes<br/>Who search and pry<br/>But to you<br/><br/><br/>"Cloud is it?"