The Echo of My Fall

Previously

…I pushed. The glass, weakened by the heat, gave way with a shriek. The wind, a sudden, violent gust, tore at me, a cold embrace that welcomed me into the void. Below, the city stretched out, a dizzying, breathtaking panorama. I was a falling star, a fleeting spark against the vast canvas of existence. The roar of the fire faded, replaced by the rushing wind, a song of departure. The edge of the world was no longer a precipice, but an invitation.