It goes on for much longer than you think. To the point where it might seem like there is no end, and your body is on the verge of giving up. But you manage to find the bottom eventually, when the howling winds whipped up around you flatten out, and your quick thinking means that the landing is only mildly jarring.
It’s still pitch black in here. But you can feel some kind of solid ground underneath your boots, bumpy with debris. The air radiates heat, stifling on your senses and prickling at your skin and every hair on the back of your neck. You get the sense that this is a place you would not like to linger. And approximately two meters to your left and low to the ground, there comes a voice, young and fearful, no older than fourteen or fifteen. Their breathing is ragged and pained, every inch a wounded animal.
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It goes on for much longer than you think. To the point where it might seem like there is no end, and your body is on the verge of giving up. But you manage to find the bottom eventually, when the howling winds whipped up around you flatten out, and your quick thinking means that the landing is only mildly jarring.
It’s still pitch black in here. But you can feel some kind of solid ground underneath your boots, bumpy with debris. The air radiates heat, stifling on your senses and prickling at your skin and every hair on the back of your neck. You get the sense that this is a place you would not like to linger. And approximately two meters to your left and low to the ground, there comes a voice, young and fearful, no older than fourteen or fifteen. Their breathing is ragged and pained, every inch a wounded animal.
“It’s not fair!” it screams. “It’s not fair!”