You walk to the edge of a cliff and you look down. It looks scary but then you see something glinting; perhaps a treasure. You take furtive glances around you and see no one is watching you. No, there are people around but they are not watching you. The glint becomes a glow, pulling you forward and you are tempted, sorely. And you jump.
The flight is exhilarating. You could have never imagined it’d feel this way. You constantly ask yourself as you fall, why haven’t you tried it before. Then, you hit a rock. You bruise yourself. But you keep falling and the wound hurts. But not as bad, you reason. It could have been worse. As you fall, you see a cushioned ledge, waiting patiently. You hesitate, you think you need a respite. But the treasure beckons and you fall even faster. There is no going back.
And then, you land. On your head. You hurt all over. You can stand. But you are bruised, wounded, yet you can walk. Your treasure, you remember. You walk ahead, in the direction of the glow and stop as you see someone else sitting there, as battered and bruised as you. And you see that your treasure, the glowing and glinting treasure, is nothing but a mirror. You look into it and you see, a stranger. Who is this, you ask? The someone else wonders the same thing. The two of you talk, you discuss your fall. You see both of you are equally battered. The two of you bond and you embark upon a journey home. Will you make it?