
The cliff was home.
The sky was the plan.
High above the clouds, where waterfalls spill off the edge of the world, one small troll refused to look down. He wasn't lost — he was early.
The Cliff
Where everyone else saw an edge, Tolly saw a starting line.
The Bridge
Stone by stone. No permission. No applause. Just progress.
The Vision
He saw the destination long before anyone else — then walked out to meet it.










