I tried to hold on, but everything was so slippery. There were no ropes, just bushes, roots, stems and leaves, all wet and slippery. I tried to hang on but my fingers just couldn't, as I inched closer and closer to the end, neither panicked nor defiant, but definitely desperate, grasping at straw, grass, fingernails clawing the dirt, seeking purchase, but alas there was no hope and at last I fell into the sky, falling falling falling into the endless sky.