“Just a little more…” My voice is shakey, as I cross a wooden bridge, it’s a difficult endeavor. As fun as I can become, when it’s life or death, I choose to live. Now with some people I care about, it’s best to tread lightly. Overly cautious leads to disaster, too carefree leads to other disaster, and whatever I’m doing leads to this odd castle. The darkened disheveled bricks and vines growing from the tops. The mold was not lost to me. 