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I closed my eyes while listening to music and I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep again. I felt like I was floating and I landed on a warm floor. I see fires again and from what I’ve remembered, it is the same as I dreamed before. I was in the area of ​​a burning plane. I think there was a plane crash and the bodies of the passengers were thrown out of places I don't know. No rescue was coming and the people around me were gasping for breath. I wanted to speak but no words came out of my mouth. I approached people asking for help and I wanted to help them but I couldn't do anything because I couldn't speak.

I abruptly re-strapped up as I edged the plane exit way. I abruptly jumped into nothingness. The wind tore past me as I hurled myself into the abyss, the roar of the plane’s engines receding into a distant hum. The sky stretched infinitely around me ,a vast ocean of blue broken only by the wisps of clouds below. For a moment, gravity took complete hold, as I surrendered to its pull, my body slicing through the air in freefall. My usually guarded mind, sharp and calculating, began to unravel in the chaos of the descent. The rush of adrenaline was not enough to silence the thoughts that surged forth—unbidden, relentless, and raw.

I should believe in Droon and my instinct, besides how could I possibly die in here in my conscience or spirit form? I stared at the hole for a few seconds before taking a step back. I held my breath and immediately jumped without a second thought. If I overthink, I might be afraid of not being able to do what I should do. I feel my body falling in mid-air. There was no wind in my fall, it felt like I'm floating in the air. I stared above me, I looked at the sky and saw it getting smaller and smaller by seconds. It seems like darkness is rising and started eating the sky, a small white circle can now be seen. I raised my hand trying to grab it, then suddenly everything turned black.

EVELYN I watched the plane take off, a magnificent silhouette soaring against a vast canvas of blue sky and wisps of scattered clouds. At that moment, it felt as if I had been granted a rare and almost sacred glimpse into a world where the impossible became possible, a place where limits were broken and possibilities pulled infinitely wide. The plane’s lift-off wasn’t merely a physical departure from the ground; it felt like a farewell to the shackles of everyday life, and a welcoming of freedom.

~Two Days Later~ My dreams are always so vivid and so real though when I wake, I can never remember a thing about them. What I do remember, is the fall. The feeling of free falling. Nothing but the sky around me, air in my hair and coating my skin. It’s liberating, it’s freedom.

Kie's skilled hands guided the plane with ease, his eyes fixed on the instruments as he navigated through the sky The hours flew by, and the sky transformed from daylight into a deep shade of indigo, I felt a sense of magic in the air as if we were flying into a dream world. Little did I know that my dream vacation would turn into a nightmare. As we approached Italian airspace, Kie said, "Buckle up, my love. We're starting our descent." My heart skipped a beat as I gazed out the window, watching the rolling hills and trees come into view. The plane glided smoothly through the morning mist, and the runway lights twinkled like diamonds in the distance.

It was enough that I could slip a claw through and slice the barrier up through the middle. I was immediately falling from the sky. I imagined a soft pillow catching me, uncertain if that exercise would work. I closed my eyes, fearing the worst as I dropped hard to the ground. Surrounding me was the fluffiest pillow that took the brunt of my fall. I laid there for a second, catching my breath.

((( JASMIN POV’s ))) Because I barely slept for the past days, I dozed off throughout the flight. When I awoke, every passengers were gone. What? But the plane had just flown. Was the flight that fast? Did I sleep that long? Even the flight attendants and other crews were gone. Am I dreaming? I stood up and peered at the little window. The plane has indeed landed already. But suddenly, the door opened. I walked through it and saw the main door open too.

"Let's do this." Richard banked the plane sharply, simulating a loss of control. My heart raced as I moved to the open door, the wind whipping around me. With one final look at Richard, I jumped. The freefall was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I pulled the ripcord, and the parachute deployed, jerking me upwards. As I floated down, I watched the plane continue its descent, eventually crashing into a dense forest below. The explosion was deafening, a plume of smoke rising into the night sky.

The air crackled with energy and the palpable excitement of a potential rescue, fueling our actions. Flames shot upwards, reaching towards that solitary streak of hope in the sky, our determined beacon begging for a watchful eye to notice. The smoke spiraled into the air in thick, curling tendrils, a fiery motif dancing against the backdrop of the night a frantic cry for help scrawled across the heavens. Shelly’s POV As we soared high above the vast Pacific Ocean, the majestic expanse of water stretched endlessly beneath us. Our plane glided smoothly through the azure sky, and as we drew nearer, the enchanting San Juan Islands began to emerge on the horizon, their outlines faint but intrigui