That is what the Mountain is, and what it has always been — that is, a mere place to stop by, an oversized stone in the road. A metaphorical place to rest, never a place to stay. A place that has seen many faces, a place that stays in the back of minds until it itself fades away from memory. Even if I had tried with all my might to knit this community tighter and enjoy the events we've had together, the end result will not fancy my initial goal. Both because the villagers make the village, and that my own plans are never certain. The fact remains that what you know as the Mountain of Fatih has always reflected one purpose, ironically imposed by the roleplay server that once stood tall. It is a melting pot of those who I've known, those who have searched for me, and something that is shaped by those of whom I've made a minimal impact on and - likewise - those towards me. A collection of friends, phases, times, and groups that are really just imaginary pages on a book never to be written. Maybe nothing more should be expected due to the name. After all, it's not inaccurate to only say it's "Fatih's Server". Indeed, most have come purely with attachments to me big or small, and only for me. That is why it is not a community in the sense that I expect one to function as, and why I say it has overstepped itself. I can likely say many words about each member here that I can put a name to, but to all of you and each other, you may as well be strangers.
