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Shards of rock line the ever descending walls of the cavern.
From this angle you'd think you could see to the bottom.
Mist rises up from the depths, as fires burn, carried infront of the men who once hunted you.

You can not see them through the smoke, and the terrifyingly long fall to the bottom which was enough to unnerve even the most experienced of you.

In the distance a pare of eyes gleam in as the blue moon light streams in through a crack in the rock.
You catch them perfectly with your own, and they shiver the very spine in your back.
Shivering and scared you move on as ordered.

The rope around your throat tightens with the pull of the guiding hand you've all come to know as boss.

no one has explained where you're going, but you know it involves finding a rout down these walls.

Often you've looked up and wished, wondered why all this is happening.
Why you are you, and not one of them.
You've wished for so many things. land, family, freedom.
Patiently waiting for them to come to fruition.

The rope bounding your hands is cut. You are to use them to scale the rock face into the deep blackness of the cavern.
The rock is so cold you struggle to touch it with out your hand becoming useless.
but you press on, for fear of what awaits you if you do not.

You've wished for less fear. For less things to be fearful of.
no more ropes, no more damp clothes, no more darkness.
Wished that you could one day be dry and perhaps even in sun light.

But for now you press against the wall, your fragile nearly transparent skin losing it's grip on the cliff.
You stumble for a second as a voice breaks the long silence which has plagued the past two days.
it screams and bounces off the opposing walls, the sound fills the space, and seems to linger in the air long after it should have disappeared. The cliff faces hurl the noise back and forth like a game, each time it hits you like a boulder landing on your back.
You regain your grip on the wall.

Few paces more now, but you keep looking down. Into the black.
Into the end, into the one place you think would be worse than where you are now.
you come to a tiny ledge, barley big enough for you to place both feet.
Placing both hands palm down on the wall, you stand on the ledge, and look out to the other side of the cavern.
it must be a few hundred meters away. no detail from your angle, just the shimmers of light coming from below, suggestions of its shape.

You remember the brilliant sun light. The green of the pastures below you, as you held your child above yourself. Staring into her eyes as you spin around on the grass.
You remember the red and the yellow of the falling leaves above the tire swing you had made her.
Your wife waits for the two of you to be back, the table is set.
You remember a perfect life.
You remember waking from that, knowing it never happened.

You continue your journey.


This is the beginning of an idea i've got.
it'll involve a lot of work, and wont be finished for at least a year.

hope you like it once it's finished.

Oh Also, if you're a graphic designer I need to talk to you.
please leave a comment or something. i'm going multi media with this one.

Enjoy

jonny.