Just like everyone else, I found my seat and sat quietly, observing every detail around me. My gaze fell on the control cabin, where Marcelina leaned casually, still holding her glass, her nonchalant demeanor causing all the young men to blush.
I took a deep breath and resisted. She seemed completely at ease, as if this journey were just another ordinary day in her routine.
The balloon floated steadily, but the silence in the cabin was broken by Marcelina's voice, which echoed through the basket:
"The air above the clouds is thin," she began, with a calmness that felt more sinister than comforting. "It can cause fainting for some... and, rarely..." she smiled enigmatically, "some may even die."
The girls froze in their seats. Their eyes widened, and I could hear their quickened breathing. Although no one dared to scream, the panic in the air was palpable. "Is she joking? Doesn't seem like it..." I thought, analyzing her expression.
