Freefall.
Of the fears bestowed to men, there are only two with which we are born. Our fear of sudden noises and that of great heights. It is ironic, then, that some men seek to conquer those heights, and from upon great peaks, fling themselves unto the earth.
Freefall.
A contradiction. For to fall, steered by the will of gravity, is not to be free.
But in the torrent of wild wind that pushed against Han's fall, he found the word fitting. And for a few instants, in the joy of it all, he forgot to spread his wings.
'Fuck, I need to focus.' His mind was already tiring in the background, trying to find an angle with which he could glide safely towards the crimson mansion.
He found it several meters into his mad dive, and spread his wings so that they would direct him to the imaginary angle his mind had derived.
