Edge of a precipice, toes clinging to the very edge of the abyss. The wind howls at me, a figure of danger, a daredevil teetering on the brink of disaster. There is a wildness about me, a sense that I am not quite tethered to the earth like the rest of you. Body is coiled with tension, every muscle ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. A man on the edge, pushed to the brink by forces beyond his control.
Even in this moment of danger and desperation, there is a certain beauty to this world. My face is a mask of determination, my lips set in a fierce line that speaks of my resolve. A man who has dared to push himself to the very limit of what he can endure.