>Are our eyes still closed?
>If so, open them
>Your eyes are, indeed, still closed, but you open them now. You are, indeed, falling, and your companion has undergone a bit of a change. Instead of two black wings, she now sports six feathered wings, each one is colored solidly with the colors that your own feathers are tipped with: Black, Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Turquoise. From the south, you can see the source of that ominious noise: a violently chruning black cloud stretching across the horizon. It seems an slimy darkness, spreading across the sky like an oil slick, seeming somehow to suck the very light from the ground beneath it.
>The light of the sun seems to grow somehow in responce to this incursion into its sky, getting brighter and brighter. You can see almost a visible
wave of light in the sky, rolling forward like a carpet of day to meet the blackness coming. And floating, rising to stand between those two unimaginable forces, is your companion, smiling gently as she raises her hand, and waves goodbye.
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>Try to catch ourself with those wings.
>Should that not work, plummet.
>You stretch out your wings to try and stabilize your fall, only to watch them dissolve away into twinkling sparks of light. You imagine you must look like something of a shooting star yourself as you plummet. But you do not plummetas far as you expected before impacting something. But that something is neither the ground, nor the roof of Edgewalkers, but something soft, yet firm. You suspect it to be a body, and sure enough, there are arms encircling your body. These arms, however, appear to be a solid grey shadow, surrounded by a hazy light grey aura, as if it were fog made solid. An androgynous voice seems to whisper into your ear,
you are never alone....