You will fall to your knees on tough soil and gravel, blind, and you will cry, you will scream. The air will be as fire, and your skin will be as ice. But you will dig.
You will blindly ****** your fingers into the cold Earth, you will search for a way out, you will rip and bleed and tear, and you will convince yourself it is futile. But you will not stop.
You will keep fighting.
This place holds a secret. This place holds an opportunity - an opportunity for growth.