You look down upon it, a gargantuan abyss gazes back at you, the rows of stairs like teeth, grinning at you, round and round it goes down without an end in sight, you hesitate for a moment, an instinct of self-preservation, you hear something, a laugh, deep down in the abyss it echoes, loud and histeric, it is taunting you, your mind, the weapon you used to cleave through the dissonance outside, begs you to stop, against all you know, you take the first step, you fall, but only for a moment, an eternity passes in that moment, but for you, it was only a moment, the world behind is long gone, it has been gone since the beginning, and it'll be gone by the end, you descend further, making no progress, each step down leads you back to the 500th step, you try and run, but the stairwell mocks you, it shifts up to the opposite meridian, and now you're climbing up, round and round you go, it splits into paths, each of them leading back into itself, yet you follow through, that laugh ever so close but never in sight, your lungs fill with static noise, the teeth gnash at your flesh at each step, like climbing down a spine, the air fills with electricity, your nerves can barely work, you press on and on and on and before you know it, 4777 days have passed, you fell multiple times, an infinite amount of times, and each step now was it's own eternity, time had been taken from you the moment you stepped in but only now you started to realize, you never looked back even once, a quick glance up, and you see it, ideal as you can behold, yourself, a step before, it looks down upon you with contempt, in fact, it ia disgusted by you, yet, you cannot help but love it, what it represents, you are now to look down, you know what'll meet, you always knew, yourself, looking up to you, their eyes carry hope, it sees you as some idealist model to follow, you cannot help but feel rage and scorn against it, that is you, and that'll always be you, another step after you, your lungs have long collapsed together with every single one of your bones, even still, they heave, air's thrown out in a rhytimic motion, you do not mind the pain, not anymore, the sound it makes echoes on forever through the stairwell, loud and histeric, it taunts the one at the top.

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