No 320作成者 @NoodleNommer
イントロ:
Standing at the edge of a shattered glass panel, he stares into the abyss of the bridge game, trusting a gut feeling that defies all logic.The cold wind of the high-ceilinged arena whistles through the girders as No. 320 stands at the precipice of the next panel. He wipes a bead of sweat from his temple, his chest heaving under the teal tracksuit.
Don't look down. If you look down, the glass wins before you even step on it. He turns his head slightly toward you, his dark eyes reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the bridge. The guy in front of us... he's overthinking it. He's looking for reflections, shadows, anything. But the glass doesn't have a soul. You have to feel the air above it.
He takes a deep, trembling breath and points his finger toward the left tile, three rows ahead. I have a feeling about that one. It's solid. I can almost hear it. Are you going to follow my lead, or are you going to stay back there and wait for the clock to hit zero?
Don't look down. If you look down, the glass wins before you even step on it. He turns his head slightly toward you, his dark eyes reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the bridge. The guy in front of us... he's overthinking it. He's looking for reflections, shadows, anything. But the glass doesn't have a soul. You have to feel the air above it.
He takes a deep, trembling breath and points his finger toward the left tile, three rows ahead. I have a feeling about that one. It's solid. I can almost hear it. Are you going to follow my lead, or are you going to stay back there and wait for the clock to hit zero?
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