The Echo of My Fall

Previously

…The falling stopped. Or rather, the sensation of falling did. There was a sudden, violent impact, a shattering of what had been. But even in that final, cataclysmic moment, there was no pain, only a profound, silent understanding. It was not an end, but a transformation. A return. A whisper lost in the city's roar, yet somehow, eternally heard. The city had given its final, devastating kiss, and in that kiss, all was forgiven, all was understood, all was, finally, at peace.