The sky seems infinite here--cloudless and sparkling with ten trillion stars above and the little glittering lights of buildings far below. While the messenger himself flies about easily, it seems just as easy to stand still--the air supports weight on its own with no apparent issue.
It's impossible to reach the ground right now; it never grows any closer, though going higher does make the ground recede even farther. There doesn't seem to be a specific structure to the ground itself at the moment--with no memories to build upon, it seems more like an instinct included for completion's sake.
The messenger darts about in the night sky. Flying is fun, of course--but on the other hand, he'd like to have someone to talk to. He searches around; he can't be entirely alone, he hopes.
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It's impossible to reach the ground right now; it never grows any closer, though going higher does make the ground recede even farther. There doesn't seem to be a specific structure to the ground itself at the moment--with no memories to build upon, it seems more like an instinct included for completion's sake.
The messenger darts about in the night sky. Flying is fun, of course--but on the other hand, he'd like to have someone to talk to. He searches around; he can't be entirely alone, he hopes.