A man touching a star, it was picturesque, like a story from legends. Mark felt his body roil with excitement. He stared below to where he had come from, looking absolutely confident.
Just as he took the plunge down–diving down the air, the ball of energy he touched dimmed. Mark didn't notice this however.
It dimmed once more and then went off for an instant.
"What the…"
Mark paused in his flight and looked to the star. That little moment of its absence had been total darkness, if Mark wanted to leave here, he would need it.
He hovered, feeling a little worried that perhaps his contact with it had tampered with its function somehow.
However, he continued, taking a dive down the desolate blackness, there was no wind by his ears, yet he was certain that there was air present, for he was breathing just fine.
As he descended, the bridge began to come into view, magnifying with his descent.
