A dizzying cliff; nothing but bare hands, stony determination, and endless time.
She didn't remember when she'd begun her journey.
She didn't remember where she was going.
She didn't remember who she was.
All she knew was up.
She needed to go up.
Always up.
Something was waiting for her at the top.
She didn't remember why she wanted it.
She didn't remember what it was.
All she knew was up.
She needed to go up.
Always up.
Her world was a blur of countless outstretched hands.
Waiting with the patience only stone could have.
Endlessly inviting and spurring her onwards.
All she knew was up.
She needed to go up.
Always up.
The coarsest of hands, there to help her in her solitary quest.
Taking their payment in blood, spilled from countless cuts.
Cuts that had scabbed over, and reopened, myriad times.
All she knew was up.
She needed to go up.
Always up.
