Sometimes, the only way to see the truth is by walking directly to the edge of the cliff, despite all posted signs cautioning you to do the exact opposite. Sometimes, the danger is not in your own footing on a lip of uncertainty. Sometimes, the erosion is within.
Turn around, and you will find the glimmer that is proof. A word, etched into the sand, barely visible, these letters scratched into the surface of the earth by a stranger who once also stood these grounds. An attempt to try and save you from a similar fate. A reveal of something you've long since known.
It's not what's below that you have to fear. It's what is closest. It's what is right next to you. Behind you. Not an if, but a when. A matter of time. It could be weeks, days. Or just minutes. Seconds. Don't bother trying to count or predict. What you can count on? Is this: the swift, strong, fatal shove from the very forces you believed loved you the most.