You stand at the edge of the cliff, alone. The wind whips through your hair, blowing opposite of the edge. The ground is rough and rocky, enough to make a cut if you fall. There's nothing around you except for more cliffs and the 500 feet drop below you, along with the occasional plant growing through cracks in the rock.

"What do you think you're doing?"

A barely audible voice says.

You turn around, taking the time to get a 360 view of your surroundings, but you don't see anything.

Just you.