Wilfur was born on a mountain and raised in a village at the mountain’s foot. If he were to sum up his life in one fell word he would say: “gravity”. All his life he felt drawn to the water, and further down. He left the village to live in the flatlands, and never returned. Once he went down from somewhere, it was rare that he go back up. He would rest better, deeper, where the air was thicker. He got on a ship, and this ship sank, attacked by gods. One such godmonster held him and dragged him downwards.