You don't fall. You ascend.
You climbed into the thin air where almost no one goes. Platforms vanished, shadows swarmed, gravity got greedy — and you kept rising. This is rare composure: the higher the stakes, the calmer you get. The Eye has seen a lot of climbers crack at this altitude. You didn't.
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