Taking another look, you realize that there is an alternative path. Vines lined the walls and hung down loosely into the center of the pit. It was as if the thick snaking greenery was mother nature’s hair as it hung, presumably all the way to the bottom. You could have crawled across, or maybe even swung from vine to vine, as they were close enough for you to reach. Having another glance at the cushy white substance below, you thought to yourself how even if you had fallen, at least there was something down there that could have broken your fall.
Written by Driftingdragon on 29 March 2021
The end (for now)