You can’t see what is over the top of that hill.
All you know is there is a path leading up and you take it. Each step seems a bit awkward, as though not carefully planned, and you fear that you may just stumble and fall, so you cautiously move ahead.
What goes through your mind? Where do your eyes lead you? Forward? Or back where you came from? Do you reach the top?
How would you finish this part of your story?