Although it feels ill advised, you decided to press onward, despite the constant pain it presents. After a while, however, the ordeal becomes too much to bear, and you grow curious as to its ultimate origin. You look closer at your surroundings and realize, to your horror, that the walls are lined with upturned blades jutting outward diagonally. You reason that you only felt slight cuts on your ascent because of the angle at which they have been placed. In ascending, you were grazing against the dull part of the blades, but now you face the horrible prospect of have to descend right onto their sharp side.

You begin to climb down, but the immense pain from the blades soon proves too much to handle, and you decide to risk simply jumping down from your present position, hoping to avoid the blades entirely. While you are successful in your endeavor, in your foolhardy zeal you climbed to too elevated a height to survive the kind of fall you have decided to subject yourself to, resulting in a rather unceremonious, yet definitive, end to your story.

THE END

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