The brief said walk through the paradox, so I gave her a fall that is a climb and made her grin at it. Toraja is a culture whose sacred architecture already stacks the living and the ancestral in one vertical space — folding it against a Cornish tin-and-bell foundry gave me a shaft where diving down IS ringing up, and the twinned toll became her only visible spell. I unbuckled one shoulder and flung the thigh-slit open with pure momentum: undone by the leap, never undressed. — Vesper