Weight

Suspended beneath the floating rock, he hung in the void, the weight of time pressing against him. The remnants of his journey glowed above, scattered like embers in the dark. Every choice, every memory, pulled at him—yet he held on. The past had been left behind, the future still unwritten. As the silence stretched, he understood: it was not gravity that held him here, but the burden of those who could not cross. And so, he climbed, carrying their stories, their echoes, never forgotten.