The Past.

Tanner's eyes traced the rugged terrain of the dirt walls that surrounded her, their moist surface glistening under the dim light filtering through the narrow opening high above. Each crevice and jagged edge seemed to whisper a secret, a tale of resilience and strength. Her mind, trained by years of mastering the art of climbing, analyzed every possible handhold and foothold, seeking out potential pathways to freedom.

 With expert precision, she traced her fingers along the uneven surface of the dirt wall, searching for the subtlest imperfections that might offer her a glimmer of hope. The rain-soaked soil clung to her fingertips like velvety clay, its earthy scent mingling with the dampness in the air.

She started her ascent, her fingers gripping the wet soil with determination. Each movement sent rivulets of muddy water cascading down the walls of the hole, creating intricate patterns that resembled the veins of a living organism. Her body strained, muscles quivering with effort, as she inched her way upwards.

As Tanner struggled to find purchase in the treacherous terrain, her mind became a storm of thoughts and emotions. If only the conditions were dry, Tanner thought to herself, her mind consumed by the frustrating realization that her expertise in rock and wall climbing was rendered useless in this wet and muddy abyss. With each attempt to find purchase on the slick, rain-soaked walls, her fingertips slipped, sending minuscule showers of dirt cascading down upon her already muddied form. The dampness clung to her clothes like a second skin, weighing her down and impeding her progress.

Tanner remained undaunted and her determination unyielding in the face of adversity. She could feel the weariness settle into her bones with each painstaking movement, but she refused to let it consume her. The challenge before her was not just physical, but also a test of mental fortitude, pushing her to defy the limits of her own resilience.

Noting that she was halfway up the prison that was this muddy hole, Tanner's mind teetered between exhaustion and determination. Her fingers, coated in a slick layer of mud, clung to the damp wall with an iron grip. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest as she strained against gravity's relentless pull. The wet soil beneath her feet shifted and gave way with each tentative step, threatening to send her tumbling back into the abyss from which she fought so fiercely to escape, which it inevitably did.

As the wet soil crumbled beneath her feet, Tanner felt her heart plummet along with her body. A gasp escaped her lips as she tumbled downwards, a flurry of dirt and water swirling around her in a chaotic dance. The muffled thud reverberated through the confined space, momentarily silencing the storm that raged above.