I look down a well. The cylinder fades, and the features become less proclaimed. Each stone remains the same.

I reach for the bucket. Tied together with care; swung grossly from it’s pivot. Simply a loose rod and some extra length.

I feel the release from gravity. The wall begins to blur in front of me. My hand quickly burn.

*thud*

I look back upon what I’ve seen before. But then I notice a door. One that hasn’t been opened before.

I slowly begin to turn the knob. Leaving well enough alone. Bracing once again, for the unknown.