Bluebird's Heart

[soulping]

[You're falling gently, like a lone lost feather, down and down and down through an endless blue sky; gradually it darkens, turns cold, turns thick like water, like the brush of stone. A warm, brisk breeze tries to catch you, lift you – up you go, my friend – but gravity is inextricable.]

((OOC: chan is #aflutter!))