Tuesday

Previously

…A question, whispered by the wind that howled around the fractured building: What if the only way out was to leap? The thought was madness, a surrender to the unimaginable. But as the building shuddered again, a deep, bone-jarring tremor that threatened to tear us apart, the abyss below no longer seemed like an end, but a possibility. A desperate, final choice. The air, thick with smoke and the smell of burning metal, felt heavy with the weight of what was to come. The silence that followed the shudder was not a silence of peace, but a pregnant pause, heavy with the unspoken dread of an ending.