The Island of Destiny
You grab onto the ledge with your left hand and with a burst of quick strength, you are able to pull yourself back onto the ledge. You sit there on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling over the ocean, and manage to take a few lucky breaths. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and examine the few scrapes on your arms. Nothing too bad but it would definitely be sweet if you had a band-aid right now.
Now turning away from the ocean, you face your new surroundings on the lower ledge below. You are directly met with a flattened rock wall in front of you. On it you see is scrawled something and peering closer, you are able to discern what it says:
I
I AM
ISLAND
SO FAR
HOPE LIES
FIND TRUTH
SO CLOSE
DESTINY
I AM
You stare at this writing for a few minutes then take out your original note from your pocket. Do they have the same handwriting? Not that you can tell; this writing on the rock face looks much bolder. But both things are talking about destiny so obviously there's still something very big going on that you haven't been let on about yet.
You look upwards and are taken aback when you see a rope ladder jump off the unseen top of the cliff above and gracefully fall down right before you. There it dangles, offering you a way back up the cliff and possibly to the face of whoever dropped this for you.
Should you climb the rope?
Now turning away from the ocean, you face your new surroundings on the lower ledge below. You are directly met with a flattened rock wall in front of you. On it you see is scrawled something and peering closer, you are able to discern what it says:
I
I AM
ISLAND
SO FAR
HOPE LIES
FIND TRUTH
SO CLOSE
DESTINY
I AM
You stare at this writing for a few minutes then take out your original note from your pocket. Do they have the same handwriting? Not that you can tell; this writing on the rock face looks much bolder. But both things are talking about destiny so obviously there's still something very big going on that you haven't been let on about yet.
You look upwards and are taken aback when you see a rope ladder jump off the unseen top of the cliff above and gracefully fall down right before you. There it dangles, offering you a way back up the cliff and possibly to the face of whoever dropped this for you.
Should you climb the rope?