I just need to find where I want to be. Thus the chase. I think I have it. I'm on a roadside halfway up a mountain. The landscape empties beneath me.
White houses dot green fields at the base of mountains made of rock.
A serrated edge coastline, and the islands against the distant Atlantic horizon. It feels like the edge of the world. The sun is setting, but this is no ordinary sunset. It's raining too, and the Skelligs are enveloped in a glowing cloud of falling rain. The light is spreading upwards, the undersides of the clouds are glowing.