Dolphins - I don't know what this is either.

You've been walking for a while. You arrive in a lush meadow besides a cliff jutting out over the ocean. Your feet are sore, so you take in the beauty of nature, the sun sparkling on the crystal clear water. You sit down and swing your legs over the edge. Below, dolphins frolic in the ocean blue, doing whatever it is happy dolphins do in the afternoon sunlight. Talking to one another with happy squeaking noises, you lazily eavesdrop on their conversation. You know it can't be true, but it's almost as if they are calling out to you and you alone.

You close your eyes and feel joy bubble up inside you as the feeling of letting go of weariness invades your tired mind. Your body is no longer achy and sore. You frolic in the waves, your nautically dynamic body almost flying through the water. Your body unconsciously learns further forward and your body begins to take on a frighteningly precarious angle, in complete defiance to silent ever present gravity. If your eyes were open you'd see the crags below seemingly reaching up eagerly, as if trying to close the gap between you and them.

At the very cusp of falling off the craggy cliff, you try to check the time. You attempt to reach into your coat to check your pocket watch, but for some reason you find yourself seriously lacking in arms and pocket watches. You flail wildly. Were you not just human? You try to focus but sink deeper into pandemonium. Your dolphin body panics, and you begin to drown, your dolphin friends useless in their efforts to aid you. You sink rapidly below the waves, darkness quickly overwhelming your senses.

You jerk back into consciousness and barely grab a hold of a nearby boulder, just catching yourself before tumbling into the chasm. As you pull yourself up, you look down briefly and glimpse the stone stalactites grinning up from below. You quickly stand up and turn your back to the faint squeaky noises in the distance. You are standing on a craggy rock cliff, the lushness from before quickly fading into lifeless rock before your eyes.

The beginnings of a faint smile cross your lips. “Classic” you say aloud to no one in particular. You check the time once again, and it reads 3 'o clock. The smile evaporates. You are running out of time. You hurry back onto the path which has now suddenly presented itself. Time is of the essence.