In the leaden haze of the city, one awoke suspended above the rooftops, cloak fluttering like shadowed breath. Steps met unseen paths, a run turning to dance amid spires, pulling toward that vast emptiness above, only to curve back in endless circuit. Below, figures shuffled onward, gazes fixed on stone, as if such elevation were but a clause in the unyielding code of the ordinary. The loop persisted, unseen, unremarked, eternally adrift.