And then the floor disappeared.

You fell. Through a void of swirling violet and indigo, the world folding in on itself like a paper crane crumpling in a giant's fist. Your scream was swallowed by the silence of whatever this place was.

Then—wind. Loud, roaring wind. The blue of the sky screaming past you. You were falling. Clouds rushing upward. Your phone, tumbling out of your grip, glinting in the sunlight just beside you.

The ground was coming. Fast.

You looked up.