Standing on a wooden platform 30 feet above the next one, I jump down and land without injuring myself, much to my own surprise. But there is always that doubt in the back of my mind, that tiny speck that realizes all along I could have fallen from such a height. This new confirmed ability, the entire sense of the fact that no matter how fast gravity moves I can endure the landing without harm. Although climbing might take some effort, the feeling of falling is addictive in itself. I race around the wooden platforms falling and running, making my way down from the moderately high peak from where I first arrived. I stop for a few moments to look back up toward the sky, and I see two girls falling from the same heights that I once traveled. The first girl is 5'0" and has long pale blond hair that cascades when she descends. The second girl does not have any specific type or color of hair, but nonetheless has 'female' hair. The girls take a different path than the one I took, preferring to take shorter drops and to instead twist their way down the tower, in contrast to the more direct yet harsher rout that I chose to follow. I see the girls arrive at a platform above me, and the girl with the pale hair descends onto a platform higher than the one I am on, while the second opts to take the taller jump, a descent that is in between the one I had just taken and the one that the pale haired girl took. I see the shadow on the ground grow larger as the girl falls, but as I look closer, I realize that she is really falling, at this point unable to land on her feet. I leap off of my platform and hit the next platform running, and with a moderate burst of speed I manage to catch her.
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