The Abyss Of Life And Death
Part I: Death To say that the view is beautiful from up here is an understatement. One may be able to discern or leastways imagine the vast vegetation that lies hundreds of feet below through the sea of mist that forms this time of the year. They beckoned to itself any soul standing there at the edge of the cliff. Countless souls have been here to make a leap that would free them off their petty troubles. Little did they know that about 50 meters below is a rocky protrusion that forms another cliff of sorts which, thanks to the trickery of the light, is barely noticeable from the top. Of course some of them succeeded on the spot while the some bled and starved for days before death. Nobody can hear you here. Nobody ever comes here except of course people who wants to end it and then Joby. Joby comes up here almost every Sunday; sometimes in the afternoon on week days or whenever he can. He doesn't like noises. He doesn't stay at home for too long. He abhors the inc
