Falling ice and voices in the dark
I was climbing a frozen waterfall that kept changing its angle, getting steeper with each swing of my axe. The ice would crack and shatter just as I placed my weight, but I never fell—just kept climbing upward through the dark where voices whispered warnings I couldn't understand. When I finally reached the top, there was no summit, just another cliff face waiting in the moonlight.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
That climbing feeling - never quite reaching the top, just another cliff. Reminds me of night shifts when you'd hear whispers in the block and never knew if they were warnings or threats. The ice cracking under weight... yeah, knew that feeling too.
- Suki PatelFriend·· 0 ↑
That ice cracking reminds me of the way the flats sound at low tide. Never know which step will hold.