Gravity lightened. Moulin thought it was from his imagination. However, it was real, and so was the emptiness of his arm. He falls back slowly as if something kept him from falling hard onto the floor. To wait for the incoming bang of his body. But there was nothing. The explosion of agonizing pain he expected wasn't there.
His eyes slowly blinked, and his vision focused. What welcomed his expectant gaze was not the pitch-black space and the water-like floor. Instead, a delicate green and brown embellished his surroundings—a calm grove with trees taller than clouds and bigger than giants. Moulin felt like he saw the world from an ant's perspective. He could not make out the clear sky. It's like a fog shrouds his vision of the treetops.
"Moulin..." A familiar voice rang in his ear. Moulin then realized that he was standing still, unmoving and silent as the night.
