Visualize...visualize the path! Maria is trying hard to find her balance and focusing not to focus on her feet while doing it. At 50 floors high, it's a new record for Maria and she is not going to screw this up just because her heart is wounded last night.
Inhaling a lung full of air only to exhale again for relief, Maria imagines taking one step after another on a straight line; the image/word "high" is carefully omitted from the mind.
There is a pocket of peace that she goes to, there she finds her power to manipulate The relativity of time: a concoction of imagination and good breathing, Maria is able to walk faster or time slows down, she is unsure which but whatever it is, though not perfect, it gets the job done.
People from below applaud her, not sure whether for her bravery or entertainment.
Of late, Maria is feeling not herself but who is she? She feels rather absurd with her own thoughts. Maria prepares for another round of spectacular tightrope walking, she even changes into a silvery labucci costume, she is beautiful.
More crowd below her; most are having sore necks and getting impatient.
Maria puts on her blindfold and some lady screams.
Staring straight into the face of darkness, she walks.
The wind is exceptionally strong today and it messes up her dark hair. Maria concentrates harder to silence all external, she continues to walk and noise becomes quiet.
Her satin blindfold is making her nose itchy, so she wiggles for relief...that single movement triggers a chain of reaction to her inner equilibrium and she nearly falls to her death.
Reclaiming her balance, Maria is still panting with the imageries that pop up in that nano seconds of near-death experience...Something not unlike the northen lights appear and become the space, and Maria is pulled back by an energy, saving her from a brutal mistake. Feeling shame, she knows now that she doesn't understand the nature of things; she has been mistaking her imaginations for understanding.
Below, the crowd is in shock.
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