A Last Resort: Continued

A few steps would be enough, he thought. Altough the glass is seemingly invisible and the sun equally bright and blinding, its rays seemed like the welcoming arms of his benevolent god to save him from certain demise.

Overwhelmed by fear, in a panicked rush, the monk then charged towards the glass in blind faith, of the expectation to be released from the pain of living at once.
That, however, was his last and fatal mistake. When he beheld the abyss beyond the glass, his body already cutting through the air with ever increasing velocity, a quick moment of clarity was shared with him.
There was no god, no hope to save him – the only eventuality was his plump self meeting his end.
“Not better like the others”, he thought.
After they had discussed how to handle his madness and his following exclusion, the abandoned monk grew mad evermore enclosed by the walls of his tiny chamber.

Voices from beyond the door – echoes of enemies and a sign of their distrust of the mad prophet.