Looking down is often what they instruct you not to do, but I tend to break all the rules. Looking down isn’t particularly helpful, and won’t fix anything; but there isn’t much else to do.
What is down? Can’t see the bottom, don’t know what waits. The ropes creak with tension sometimes, and sometimes a storm of falling objects come, by some wind or other disturbance of the plateaus above.
There isn’t a way out; there isn’t resolve. As long as I have strength, I’m doomed to hold, and if I stop, I fall. Down. Down there, into the unknown.
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