Full Descent
Full Descent
The descent never feels like falling at first. It feels like slowing. It feels like thickening. It feels like the air turning to syrup around me. After so much altitude, so much brightness, so much velocity, the first downward pull feels almost gentle — a soft tug at the edges of my mind, a heaviness settling into my limbs.
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