He’d thought he was smart. Crossing The Great Divide… He had been a daredevil crossing a 160 year old rope bridge. The city that was on the other side of the earthquake valley had long since vanished… What made him think the bridge would hold?
In a Metropolis like his city, they didn’t even care about the ruins on the other side, disappeared into the forest two hundred years ago. But he had a real spirit for exploration, and he wanted to see it.
The inhabitants that had lived on the west side of our old city hadn’t been able to sustain themselves… He had just wanted to see modern ruins. You never do get to see those. Sure, everyone cares about old ruins, like of Ancient Greece, but no one cares about modern ones.
He had seen those ruins, marveled by how much had already been buried. At the most 10% was still visible.
The bridge had carried him the first time. But on the way back… Some planks had fallen when the bridge went down. He didn’t envy them. He held on for dear life to the bridge that was just holding on the other side.
He started climbing.