Upon our solacing descent, an unusual calm embraced us. Weird figures— anomalies?— spun around us in a playful swirl. The number of colors shooting forward felt like it would blind us at any moment. I’d tighten my grasp on my sister’s hand and look over my shoulder. A familiar feeling lived on her expression too, our collective confusion only guiding us to question even more. I felt we’d been falling forever, as if we were born in the air we breathe, and soon I’d already forgotten the ground and its existence as a whole.

Our once-beloved earth, now floating dust in the endless land of space and time. What happens when death befalls the planet of life? We would hear stories of it all the time, the word “nonsense” accompanying it always, now not even the faintest scream is heard. Jumping into a rabbit hole sounded like an outrageous idea in the beginning no one would ever know what they would find down below, yet now we soak in flight down that very idea.

My watch began to vibrate, its arms growing urgent as it spun around in distress. One second it was 1:30 pm, now it’s 2:45 am, and then it was 9:00 pm. Suddenly, it would stop, and a sigh of relief would come out of my mouth. I didn’t realize it hurt so much until it began again. It hit my skin so much I noticed a purple rooting out from underneath. With tears streaming down my face, I’d call for my sister to help me take it off, but she wouldn’t look back. I couldn’t hear the echo of my voice. Now, panicking, I’d attempt to do it myself, but it would tighten in return. I’d scream in agony. I don’t remember it being that difficult, so why was it such a bother? My growing fear only made it worse.

We were both soon met by the ground, crashing down with a hard force. I’d yelp once more before checking on my sister. Her tired eyes met mine with a horrific gaze, I stared back in confusion. My watch stopped tightening, so I was able to rest some more. I’m not sure what it was about me that shocked her so much; is it because she noticed my tears? No— that would be reserved for a comforting response instead. She slowly moved away from me, not getting up yet. I’d try to move towards her and reach out for her, to assure her that I was okay and I’m still me, but I felt my hand drop. My watch was off, a trail of red behind it, so much that I wanted to throw up every gut in my body. I couldn’t look— I couldn’t, and yet I couldn’t look away either.