Two months ago I fled beyond Locke mountain in fear of my life,
vowing never to go back.
Yet despite the tribulation and danger I'd faced,
I knew that, one day, I must return.

I knew, deep inside, that my journey had but just begun,
for beyond Locke mountain I sensed another, greater mystery.
Journey with me, then, if you have the wherewithall, the stomach, the courage,
for what may be found Behind the Beyond . . .