WIP

I'd fallen before, both above ground and below. I'd even be so daring as to say in the past I had plummeted to harsher depths than I was now, but always with some idea of what lay below me. The noise of the wind rushing past my ears, while not a comforting sound in the slightest, was at least familiar to me. And yet, despite my experience, I find it hard to not be scared shitless in situations like these.