Falling! Infinite, unending falling! Clueless, relentless falling!
The sensation sent a tremor through Witch Biggs's heart like never before. It was a familiar feeling, rising from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. The rushing wind was sometimes like a knife, slashing at her repeatedly, each layer stripped away making her flesh ache. At other times, it was like the earnest, soft whisperings of an elder, each word warming her from within. Sometimes aching, sometimes soothing, sometimes caressing—the sensations the wind brought the Great Witch were bizarre and elusive, and it was this uncertainty that left her at a loss.
Before long, Grand Witch Biggs felt again the terror of that rapid fall. Though she was no stranger to this sensation, it felt more intense than ever before.
