Dropping down onto a ledge - or whatever it is - you look up at the goddess.
A wall of denim reaching towards the heavens must be one of her legs. You can't see much further than her waist, but as she bends down you get a better look at her. For all the terror that her massive visage inspires in you, she doesn't look like a bad person. She'd probably help you.
So you start waving your arms, jumping up and down and shouting at the top of your lungs. The monolithic woman seems to pay no attention to you, but a tiny motion of her outstretched arm causes your whole world to tilt.
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