(How do you feel?)
- I definitely feel. Sometimes that's more than enough.
(Still, you're anxious, aren't you?)
- Of course. Moreover, I'm completely terrified. Was it that obvious?
(You're looking in every direction, but not up.)
- Ah, this...
- I've already told you, haven't I?
(About what?)
- Ah, you know, small stuff.
(Can small stuff make you terrified?)
- It's... hard to explain.
I climb up the metal railing and let my legs hang down. I sneak short glances at the abyss from time to time. It replies with angry, cold breath. That's how we interact. Like old friends.
- Sometimes I feel like the whole world pretends to be crazy.
- As if it's trying to make me believe in something that doesn't exist.
(That's weird, isn't it?)