Nothing.

She looked at the abyss below her.

Ten million feet and counting.

How much longer could she hold on?

On the floating piece of...say...thing (nobody knows what it really was; it could be a piece of tile, some rocky surface, etc), she had been standing; holding on. It definitely didn't help much when that thing held only sufficient space for both her feet, and nothing else.

For a very, very, very long time, she had been there.

Not that time was a factor to her anymore.

How old was she now?

Twenty? A hundred? A thousand?

She couldn't remember.

Her youth remained, though.

Which was what bothered her most.

If only she could age.

She'd know how long it had been.

Most importantly, she'd die and be released of the curse brought unto her.

She recalled of the book she'd read some time before.

When her life was still normal.

What was normal anyway? Was she normal? Maybe this was how normal was supposed to be, and all the other wretched humans leading their so-called normal lives were merely illusions.

A very subjective thing, she thought.

And her mind drifted back to the book.

Notre Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo.

She remembered reading about a man, condemned to his death, saying to himself that if he had to live on a cliff side, a ledge, so narrow that it had only adequate space for his two feet, and he had to stay like this forever - for eternity, with eternal solitude, eternal darkness, and eternal storm all around him, it would be so much better to live than to die right now.

She recalled.

Book II, chapter 2.

Apparently, her memory was still as good as new.

How did she do that?

She didn't know.

There were many things which she wished she knew the answers to, but she had learned a long time ago that some things are best left unknown.

Curiosity kills the cat.

Since a moment ago, she had been thinking a lot.

Had she always been thinking like this?

Wasn't her mind usually kept empty, just staring into the emptiness of nothing?

She couldn't remember.

And yet, she could still recall the book she read years ago.

Or was it only for a few moments ago that she was left stranded like this on this...this...thing?

Panic overwhelmed her.

But...why?

Wasn't she used to this? Wasn't this normal to her?

She'd been standing like this for years...

Hadn't she?

Or was it all in her mind?

She didn't care anymore.

She'd had enough.

She closed her eyes.

Calmly, slowly, she dropped herself into the endless bottom.

Not knowing what beheld before her, she fell...

Moments later (or was it an eternity? She didn't know), she opened her eyes.

And saw.

Underneath her feet, was a...a...

Thing.

She looked around her.

Emptiness.

How long had she been there? How long had she been standing like this?

She couldn't remember.