Tristan soon fell out of his daze, his chest rising and falling erratically, he lost his breath from his rather frantic dancing, but a wide grin remained evident on his face.
His heart thumped in his chest as he confirmed the truth of what made him feel happy when he closed his eyes.
After nearly an hour of dancing nonstop, Tristan had gained a new image in his mind thanks to his body. Most likely unlocked from how much he used his body in a way it remembered.
Now that he closed his eyes he could see the image of a tall tree looming above him, and from his view, it seemed it was on an elevated portion.
"A mountain," he muttered closing his eyes again. Hope swelled in his chest when he could call upon the image with terrific quality. He could draw it if he knew how to.