Harnessing myself to a rope I flick it around a rock and pull tight.  The ropes rough surface rubs against the rock and leaves a thick line of pure rock, as it had wiped away the dust.  I edge myself towards the side of the cliff, the rope feeling more secure with every step.  I bend down and lower my body over the side of the sharp spiky cliff.  A small breeze picks up and I sway side to side.  I look out across the plains, and a thick blue fog covers the world below like a blanket.  A puff of fresh air travels up my nose.