After all that walking, for a moment, I couldn't feel my legs, and so I just lay sprawled on the ground at the edge of the chasm looking up at the sun high in the sky. It was cold here, and the sun's heat seemed to dissipate the instant it touched the chasm's edge, offering no warmth at all.
With every hoarse breath I took, I could see the cold air turn immediately into a ragged plume of white mist that vanished quickly.
A few minutes passed and then I shifted my gaze to a tiny screen that displayed the time:
[11:27]
I then looked away. We still had a bit of time, as the Bridge of Nothing appeared once every noon, precisely on the dot.
With a grunt, I turned and crawled to the very edge of the chasm to peep down. When I saw only an unrelenting, featureless blackness, I crawled back a few meters and sat upright.
But as soon as I sat upright, someone leaned heavily against my back. I reflexively twisted around to see who was sitting there.
