Death, gravity and even fate itself always had an unholy level of obsession with me and sometimes I genuinely wondered what I did to deserve so much cosmic attention when I couldn't even return a polite smile.
And as I kept falling into a pit whose bottom politely refused to exist, my thoughts wandered further and further toward those clingy cosmic entities.
It had been half an hour since I started falling and neither did I land somewhere nor did some Eldritch bastard jump in screaming peekaboo in front of me.
What the hell is this?
Where was I even falling?
And more importantly, which new bitch fell for my charms this time?
Because let's be honest, whenever reality starts acting weird around me, it's usually because some higher existence decided I looked interesting enough to ruin their evening.
The thought looped again and again before something finally shifted.
