She'd been here too many times, precariously close to the precipice, dangerously close to descending into the world between limbo and hell. But she was older now, wiser, more prepared. She'd learned to navigate particularly well, especially within the confines of darkness.
Today however was different. She could feel a chill seep into her bones even as she gathered the courage to peek over the edge.
It hadn't changed, The same black ominous pit, threatening to devour her, but its voracity surprised her,
Struck by panic, she stumbled. Her body awkwardly lurching toward the cold empty darkness below.
It beckons her like a friend.
Clinging desperately to a single thread hope, she refuses to fall.
Can she hang on?
Will she hang on?
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