Sound was the first sense to hit her. The continuous pounding, the rhythm of nature and time, flowing together. The sense of peace the sound brought, it was like everything slowed down. Thats why it took her so much time to notice the smell. Distinctive to the surroundings, she smelled the stench of guano that lay compressed under her feet, and the aroma of general greenness that overrode it. She could have taken in that odour forever if it hadn't been for her sense of touch to be stimulated by the sudden spray. After being rustled by tender grass and caressed by nurturing wind, the fine mist finally caused her to open her sense of vision. She looked across and below, at the lovely horizon, at the breathtaking cliff that made this world so majestic and wonderful and inspired awe in so many. It made her sick.
She jumped.
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