Climbing. Forever. That’s how it appeared. He paused in his efforts, to look up. The dark cliff he found himself on felt far too smooth for his comfort, his grip at no time inspiring any confidence. Up, though, was the only option. Downwards was death, and he struggled to not look anywhere in the general direction. Even outward, away from the face that he clung to, was unnerving; shifting dark shapes, too large to resolve, loomed nearby and watched. The whistling of distant activity buffeted him. He twitched one antenna in distress, and moved another foot forward.