IRC-Galleria

I'm standing on the bormer.
Behind of me is a huge shaft.
My heels are over the edge.
You're standing somewhere in the fog, shouting my name.
I want to follow you, but my feet are like metal to me.
I can't move.
I'm trying to find something to crab, but there's nothing.
I'm trying to shout back to you, but there's no voice coming out.
A strong wind blows, pushing me. I'm falling.
The hot air is rising up from the shaft, it's burning my back.
Will you follow me? Do you try to save me?