Spanning chasms and offering safety, the bridge stands year after year. It's strength seems effortless, taken for granted by those upheld by it's engineering.
Time, neglect and chaos take their toll.
At first it's just softness underfoot, spongy. The small, slow deteriorating of wood and the quiet rust of metal a warning.
They all want to say it fell suddenly, but they never listened to the rust and the softness of the wood until they were tumbling through the dark waters beneath it.