Shuffling down a rickety scaffolding on a cliff face, I look down to see a stretch of rickety scaffoldings stretching for miles below me. I close my eyes as waves of dizziness take me over and I feel that I am already falling. At the gravelly patch at the bottom, I am assigned to a pair of heterosexual lovers. We wander aimlessly through the grassy hills and turrets, searching for our mandate with a growing suspicion of what it must be.