Wind and mist tumbled around Lana. The stars fell sideways, then tipped upside down. Weightlessness fluttered in Lana's stomach then solidified into a persistent, nauseating tug. The sensation intensified, searing down Lana's skin, turning her vision black. Lana dangled in the disjointed blackness, alive only through the pain pulling her body apart. Finally, the pressure released, and Lana felt as though her body were dissipating, floating upward toward a lusher, fuller blackness.
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Falling Skyward
FantasyCharred corpses and ash drifting amidst the falling snow. These are Lana's first memories in life-memories that begin when she was 11 years old. Whenever Lana tries to remember her life before, she finds an impenetrable, terrifying blackness. Only i...
