OnDrak
Claire does not remember falling.
She remembers the dress. Maroon. Too nice for where she woke up.
The towers do not explain themselves. They do not need to. Touch the red and it burns, miss the edge and you fall, try again.
So she tries again. She learns which pain fades faster. She learns how to be alone with the sound of her own attempts.
This is not a story about beating the hardest tower. It's about what a person does when the only way out is up, and up is not being kind.
Ofc we are nowhere close to finishing the story, this is roughly 35% of prologue, big story is planned, feedback is welcome, point out typos, ask stuff, my first Wattpad story, enjoy :3