She was kneeling over the tip of a protruding spear of rock coming out of an otherwise bleak and traveled desert. Facing towards the sun, the landscape surrounding her was so barren, yet so dense. The terrain, which was amazingly flat from eons of ware, was jumbled heterogeneously of artifacts from all sorts of peoples over the past forever. Each piece of sand or debris in the ground has its own infinite history, forever expanding outward with the flow of time. And there she was, sitting at the top of it all, facing forward, kneeling over comfortably, and perched at the peak of a rough and jagged pillar sticking out towards the bright, round ball of fire in the skies. If only the flames were to just swallow her up. Then it would all be so much simpler.
When time has gone on forever, memories, relics, and people pile up. History and hope lose all meaning. It's a nihilistic hell hole, and the easiest solution to any nihilistic conundrum is simple. It's death. Knowing this, the girl looked down from atop the towering obelisk, not an ounce of fear to be seen in her eyes. Instead, she looked exhausted. With her lower eyelids glued in place from the rheum of her dried tears, probably eons old, she glanced off to the ground one final time. The awkward movement of her pupils in contrast to the gunked up bags of flesh below, gave her a somewhat lifeless appearance. Performing one final rite, she stretched backwards, whilst exhaling what felt like the last few fucks she would ever give. But before she could make her move, a cold gust of wind flew by, and the girl fell to her knees, reacting instinctively, and curling her arms around them in a sort of sitting, fetal position. Then, still curled up, and still cold, she rolled over and onto her right side, now looking out to the world sideways. What was once the ground, now pressed against her like a tight wall. And below her, now reigned an infinite expanse, in which it seemed she was destined to fall in to the ends of time. Now back to reality, and closer to the cliffedge than ever, she slowly and unsteadily rolled toward the ledge, making sure to spend a not insignificant amount of time with her face pressed against the cold stone below, prompting a calm and cool pressure, which alleviated her face and mind. But, only seconds later, and in lack of a warning, gravity got the best of her and she fell.
Looking more relaxed now, the dried moisture below her eyes began to fly off in the intense winds of the fall. The ground approached at a faster and faster rate. Gusts were blowing everywhere, creating a scary and uneven falling environment. And finally, she hit the ground with a forceful thud.
Slowly regaining consciousness, the girl's eyes opened, made much easier by the present lack of dried tears. Laying on her back, and staring up, she appeared more relaxed, yet still devoid of life. The skies now held fewer colors, and the whole world seemed darker, as the large and round provider of daylight no longer rested in the heavens above. In lack of its illumination was another orb, but one less searing to look at. Around its apogee, scattered innumerable small lights of varying colors.
Now resting below the pillar and staring up toward those skies, lay the girl, nestled in a comfortable depression of convenient shape and size. Around her, inconsistently, small, scattered splatters of blood littered the area, some of which were fresher than others. Strangely, the girl didn't have a scrape or cut on her.
Almost as odd however, was the ground she was laying in. The depression was several times deeper than what a fall of that caliber should do. It would take hundreds of falls to make that sort of indent. The average person would die from even a single drop of that height, yet this girl could open her eyes. Though she seemed lifeless, the girl was certainly animate at the very least. In fact, following her wake, the girl got up; though like almost all her actions, she looked somewhat regretful or woeful in doing so. Slowly slumping her way to one of the many jagged holds coming out of the monolith's base, the girl began what must be her zillionth ascent unto the pillar's peak, to once again deepen the dent last below her.
Journeying upward, the girl was now alone with her thoughts. With her mind clouded by the screams of her past, the girl pondered many things. Even to her, the thoughts seemed almost incomprehensible amongst the earsplitting, grinding, torturous, thunderous and shrill, strident, piercing sound of active solitude. Though, some main themes did emerge amongst the infinite screams of her mind: She was stuck; she was in a loop; she couldn't leave; she was going insane. After what felt like yet another torturous eternity, she made it to the column's crest, her eyes naturally tearing into a new pile of dried moisture resting in the fleshy crevasses between her lower eyelids and her cheeks. For the zillionth time she prepped herself, breathing, stretching, wiping away the tears, and convincing herself the pain is worth it. Then, standing at the edge, she looked down. However, unlike before she noticed that one of the red dots below was moving. She considered what it could be, but the thoughts hurt.
She gritted her teeth hard and held her head deep in her palms, as if comforting the worst of migraines. Peaking one eye out from those alleviated hands of hers, the world felt like it was once again too much. Though already a broken creature, her shards shattered again, now into dust. Aggressively throwing her hands down, and her head up, as if at the peak of her sorrow and pain, she screamed into the air, and across the empty planes around her, releasing all the energy she was unable to manage with that broken mind of hers. This sob was unlike many others, it was a climax of limitless negative emotion, and it wouldn't stop without some form of interruption. Then, while still sobbing out into the void, and as hard as she could, she reached back her fist, and flung it into her own head. It didn't make much of a noise, but it rang in the girl's head like her mind was a stubbed small toe.
The fall was not pleasant. It didn't calm her mind. Rather, an adrenaline rush of thoughts ran through her head, accompanied by the pain of what felt like a jagged rock stabbing through her head at the speed of a tropical storm. The girl's punch sent her movement forward more than her previous jumps. Her stronger initial velocity combined with the twilight winds pushing against her as she fell, made this her most uncertain dive to date. Unlike the rough, yet stable environment the winds created before, she was now being tossed around, her mind in a cacophonic state of panic, and her head searing with pain. Flipping every which way in this horrid state with her eyes again leaking, she spotted the red, moving dot once again. It was now drifting outward.
With her brain in shambles, she could hardly comprehend anything clearly, let alone what the red dot could be, but as the dot became larger and larger, she was able to make out the shape of a body looking up toward her. The girl couldn't make out a face, but the dot was getting jittery as she approached the ground. And after reaching her maximum velocity, as well as the peak of her torment, she once again, gave out another wail, somehow deeper than before though, as if it were mixed with a new, groanful feeling of regret. And, with another thud, she hit the ground; her torment temporarily seceded.