I'm not sure that I've reached the precipice, because I'm terrified of heights & I've stayed far back from the edge. However, from my pusillanimous perch, I can sort of see the night-time landscape stretched out beyond the ledge I avoided.
It looks like a circus tent, viewed from the vantage of trapeze flyers who know the game already. They know that their net is beneath them, whereas the audience knows no such safety.
The audience is lost to their terror, borne of the unknown enforced upon them by the seemingly flailing performers above them. The performers who, due to the nature of their performance, gleefully, nay, willingly inflict said terror upon the paying masses below them.
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