There was something haunting about the edge. Something beautiful.

It was just there, tantalizingly close, and so very sharp and thin. Or at least, it appeared so as you fall.

There weren't really words, to describe this fascination. It just was. Like a lot of things, it just. Happened, and caught you by suprise.

There was a something near the edge, abandoned. It was rather red.

Someone choked a laugh, and a blade found a neck even as the bottom of the cliff neared.