Descent

Eriksson’s emerald, green eyes stared into the abyss below, the wind making his hazel-brown hair shimmer like a rainbow in the iridescent light of the crystals surrounding them. He descended with measured steps, Markus above him and the others beneath. They climbed in staggered positions, yet their gazes remained fixed on the chasm below, the colorful lights dancing before their eyes like a thousand shifting disco lights, distracting them from the perilous drop.