At the edge of the cliff he sits, his feet dangling precariously over the sheer drop going down endlessly. Blowing his hair aside, a cool wind from the icy mountains passes by. The stars shine brightly, only partially covered by dark clouds. Picking some grass in his hand he allows it to float along with the wind, off the face of the bluff. Far in the distance the drone of a waterfall can be heard over the sound of the insects from the forest behind him.
Feeling a slight movement in the ground, a brief break in the serenity of the world, he stands, turning away from the edge. Another shudder, more violent this time, knocking him to his knees