The ledge beneath Ava's feet was as thin as the line between life and death, a precarious thread suspended over an abyss that promised oblivion. Each step was a calculated risk, a dance with danger that could end with a single misstep. The shadowy figure moved ahead of her, his movements smooth, confident, as if he had walked this hidden path a thousand times before. But Ava's steps were hesitant, her heart pounding in her chest with every inch she advanced.
The cliff face loomed above her, the jagged rocks jutting out like the teeth of a beast ready to devour her whole. Below, the chasm yawned wide, a void of darkness that seemed to pull at her with an unseen force. The wind howled around her, tearing at her clothes, threatening to sweep her off the ledge and into the depths below.
