My friends and I are having a camp on a cliff when I lost balance and fell. But before I could go straight down, I gripped on a small ledge.

My friends are trying - but failing - to get me back up. Some tried to get me to reach a rope, but the rope was too small. Some tried to get me to reach a ladder, but the ladder was too far out of my reach. But even though they continuously fail to raise me back up, they don't stop.

They try to reassure me that they will soon succeed, but a part of me knows that they won't. I have fallen too far within their reach. So I told them to stop. My hands are already hurting so much. I told them that it will be better if I let go of the ledge. They protested. But I have nothing of it. With one last look at them and in the cavern below, I let go and let the void consume me.