The wind blew on Khan's face as he free-fell from the sky, but the sensation wasn't intense enough for his messy mind. His ankles twitched, generating a sudden acceleration that pushed his skin's resilience to its limit. Yet, even that couldn't silence his thoughts.
Khan closed his eyes, flew at full speed, and let the symphony guide him. He had no target or destination. He let himself go, hoping the wind could quell the chaos in his brain.
Eventually, a wet sensation spread on Khan's face, and his nostrils became unable to seize oxygen. The change didn't surprise him, and he let it lull him for a while. However, his mind continued to shout, forcing him to resurface.
