Our hero is stuck on a mountain, in need of water. Yet it is no where to be found.

The mountains are a clear metaphor for the malaise that the narrator is going through. Something is wrong in his life; he lives in a constant state of discomfort not being able to stand, sit nor lie down.

He is searching for something more. he craves nourishment. Enlightenment.

But he gets only sterile thunder without rain. There is no water.

The mountains in the last two cards remind me of Lovecraft and his mountains of madness. Some places hold ancient truths best left alone…