CLIMB LADDER
It is a ways up. The sunlight becomes buried beneath you, overly dense, heavy, lethargic, and unable to reach this high. Once again, there is nothing to see.
You feel. This is the top rung. Metal, with edges. A bar jammed and under pressure.
The bar was placed with some effort and purpose, yet could be removed and the machinary started again.
Give it a go.
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