Alex's laugh was still ringing in his own ears when the world flipped sideways. One second, he was shouting "Concert!" into the sticky night air, drunk on possibility, the next, gravity forgot him. His stomach lurched as the city lights blurred into neon streaks, skyscrapers tilting like dominoes. The wind ripped his shirt open, baring his chest to the vast, indifferent sky. *Falling and actually falling.* His pulse hammered, not from fear, but the dizzy thrill of it—until the ground yawned beneath him, greedy and fast.
Then—impact. Not pavement, thank God, but where did I land?
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