"THE... FFFFUCK!!!"
The scream was snatched from Sol's lips almost as soon as it was born, swallowed whole by the sudden, violent roar of the wind. The breathtaking view… the dying orange pyre of the sun and the colossal, shimmering pale moon… was pulled upward at a sickening speed, as if a celestial curtain had been yanked toward the heavens.
The horizon tilted, flipped, and then vanished as he entered the grey-violet maw of the ravine's mist.
The "overdose" in his body, which had felt like liquid lightning just seconds ago, now felt like lead. Gravity didn't care about how many bird souls he had eaten. It was a cold, impartial judge, and the verdict was a downward acceleration of $9.8m/s^2.
The fall felt like it lasted a lifetime, a suspended eternity where the only reality was the whistle of air through his teeth and the grey rock of the cliff face rushing past him like a blur of high-speed static.
