As he reached the top, the cheers fell to whispers.
The wooden planks creaked under his weight.
He gazed down at the pit’s blackness.
Still as ice.
Perfectly reflecting the moon.
Took three steps,
Doubted everything,
And jumped.
Dove headfirst into the lunar portal,
Half expecting to be transported to another dimension,
Into a world of adventure and absolution.
But the cold water sent his brain into overdrive,
Inducing a panic that clouded his sense of direction.
He looked up but was blinded by the crashing of wood, nails, and steel.
So he swam towards the moon.
Swam with all his might.
And just when he thought his lungs would fail, his eyes would fade,
His body would be consumed by the void,
A pair of hands grabbed him, yanked him out,
And embraced his brother.