Opening
You reach the bottom of the mountain again. Your feet plant subtle tracks in the arid dirt, the newest trail on this path you've tredged up and down thousands and thousands of times. The boulder is here, having come to a stop on the ground after rolling down from nearly the peak of the mountain. It's been a long time since you've had the mental energy for real emotion - you can hardly remember what it's like - but seeing the boulder again, here at the bottom, sparks an ember of frustration and despair in your soul. Some small part of you really thought you were going to make it that time.
Your muscles twitch and ache in protest as you put a hand on the boulder again, but soon resign into dull numbness.
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