I stare at the man before me, my fingers tightening over the crown until the tips of my finger turn white. My knees buckle as a sudden weight as strong as an avalanche pounds against my shoulders.
I can't tell the reality of it, but in this one moment, it doesn't seem to matter. In my delirium, I try to form his name with my lips.
The man yells something and starts running towards me. I feel my body slip as rocky bottoms shift into an eternal void. The weight drags me into the abyss, burying my vision into the darkness.
There is no time to think or even breathe, yet my descent seems to occur in slow motion, my arms flailing without command or control.
And all the while I am watching through the lens of a camera, powerless as a glass wall separates me from my body and reality.
