In a dream, you stand before that bridge, its structure wreathed in red and yellow flame. Your heart is in your throat as you observe the blazing inferno before you, wondering how you will possibly manage to make it to the other side. In one hand is the hand of another, you look down to see your baby cousin. She stares at the flames warily, worried that a stray ember may catch onto her robes.
Through a innate courage you didn't realize you possessed, you find the strength to take your first steps onto the bridge. Some of the planks are singed, if not fully burnt out, while others somehow manage to cling on to the ropes desperately. As you cross, shrill, terrified screams and the sound of grunts fill the night sky amongst the crackling flames; you recognize one of the screams as being your own. In spite of this, you remain undeterred, and with your head up and back straight, you remain fixated on the other side of the bridge.
As you progress, the trek becomes harder, and you find yourself having to stop to make sure your cousin navigates onto the planks safely. You advance with great caution, though you try not to take too much time.
You are mortified at one point, when your cousin steps on two nearly worn out planks, each foot placed on one. The planks are unable to support her weight, and she nearly falls into the river below. Swiftly you grab one arm with both hands, and slowly pull her back up onto the bridge. Once she is out of harm's way, you look back and are relieved when you realize that you are nearly at the end. You clasp her hand in yours firmly, and begin the final stretch of your dangerous journey.
Once you are finally on the other side, you immediately kneel down and place your hands on your cousin's shoulders, examining her in concern that she may have been harmed. Fortunately, you find nothing, besides soot covering her robes partially. Your shoulders sag in relief as you let out a sigh.
You leave the burning bridge, and begin to progress into the safety of the cold and plushy snow.