You balance carefully behind the wall and firmly thrust your head over the edge, allowing the unadultered view of the RIVER STYX to fill your visual field suddenly. This would certainly be the prime time for the FUNDAMENTAL COMPRESSED ESSENCE OF HELL to reveal itself to you, and proceed to JUST FUCKING RUIN EVERYTHING without any rhyme or reason, however the air hovers still in the room. A suspicious silence can be so deafening at times. Eyerolls to the left please.