As I plummeted, I cast my gaze skyward.
With a faint smile, I reached out, yearning for a tender hand to halt my descent.
But alas, none came.
The heavens, once radiant, lost their splendor.
I turned my eyes to the abyss below.
Its darkness gripped my soul with terror, yet still, I longed for a thorned hand to seize mine.
But alas, none came.
With all the strength left in me, I cried out.
And then, in the depths of despair, I grasped my own hand.
In that moment, my eyes opened, and I smiled.