Ravenshook Cliffs stage 4: depression (m)

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Everything began with a scream. Why not let it end the same way?

He had been here before — for a moment he recognized the scent of the sea and the rumble of the waves far below. As he climbed the world's end, the tide beckoned and boomed, crashing against the cliffside with an urgency he was afraid of. Everything felt disjointed.

This wasn't where he was meant to be.

Hadn't he died here? No, but close.

That memory tugged at his mind but Titmouse refused to look back to it. He refused to relive his greatest hits of failures. No. He was done.

Not runnin' no more, he murmured against a backdrop of rumbling. He perched himself upon the edge and considered his options.