This is a feeling that's hard to describe—a sensation where everything seems to fall, fall, endlessly fall, descending into the depths of the darkest abyss.
In the numbing descent, the clear sound of water broke the long silence, and in the next moment, a cacophony of sounds erupted, all the accumulated melodies played at once, followed by a burst of color.
Lorenzo saw the dark blue world blur into view, as freezing seawater filled his throat, the extreme cold awakening his numbed spirit. In the distant low hum, he could witness the colossal beings drifting in the dark blue depths, and then he understood.
This isn't falling; it's rising, continuously rising until reaching the highest peak.
