Below, I sit in darkness.
There is no light here. No sound, no sight, and little to feel.
The fall was long and hard. My clothes are torn, the skin beneath still bleeding. My body bruised and broken in places, but still alive. Every shudder is pain, slowly dulling with time.
Here is quiet. I need not think nor plan, just exist.
Behind me, I know there is a ladder. I know there is a way out.
I choose to stay here. For a little while longer.
Until I am ready to climb back to the above.