[ They fall and they fall and they fall, darkness spread out around them as far as the eye can see, the stream of light also spreading out like mist at the end of a waterfall. A minute passes. Two. Twenty. Two hundred. And they're still falling, as if they were back in the void but there is no ground to stand on, no voice that comes out of their mouths, no sound at all. Just them. Darkness. A field of stars.
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The endless sensation of falling, weightless. ]