>Angle ourself, so that the travel forward toward the SDM as well as downward.
>When we feel close enough, fly against the fall to slow our descent.
> Unfortunately, you can't control where you fall.
> As the trees get closer, you start trying to fly up, but the pull of gravity is too strong. You struggle against the current, but only manage to veer a few feet to the left before something breaks your fall. Many somethings. Your world spins and your body is tossed to and fro, before bouncing off the mercilessly hard ground and coming to a stop. When you land, you hear a hard
snap.> Above you is a blue hole in the green and brown canopy. A branch dangles and falls a few feet from your head. Stars swirl in your eyes, and alarms sound in your ears. Your lungs are screaming for air.
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