This is last para I'll post, I swear....

[blueanole]

And I fell. And landed perfectly well. Of course it was a perfect landing. I like to think that even professional gymnasts couldn't have pulled off a better landing. While falling, presumably to one's death, one shouldn't fantasize about things beyond themselves. God, I am stupid. And I fell and just kind of stopped midway to the ground. And there was noise, a lot of it. I think my feet were to blame. When I was absolutely positive I wasn't still falling or hallucinating, which was possible, I looked down. Down, down, down. Down into the inferno, should I speak of the fire and brimstone, should I speak of insane pain, should I speak of the horrors? There wasn't really much to behold. There wasn't even a terrible amount of pain. And, like I said, there was noise. It sounded like a jet engine, it sounded like a hummingbird in the ear canal, like air rushing into a vacuum. Seeing the ground below me, below my feet, glimmering in the moon light, a slight yellow light seemed to be emitted. At the time, I couldn't process what I was seeing. Thinking back on this moment, I could tell you what I was looking at, but at the time it just looked like a red yellow shimmer.

hmmm....