::Aleister::

The rush of the fall left you breathless.

“Relax,” said Ms. Livingstone. “Breath normally, bend your knees slightly, and open your arms.”

When I hit the moon’s surface, I bounced a couple of times.

Ms. Livingstone landed in front of me, lifting a small cloud of ice dust. “In these avatars, we can move freely. Nonetheless, there are some tricky patches around here, so watch your step.”

The atmosphere felt cool, but not uncomfortably so.

“This way,” she said and floated towards a pair of icy hills, where soft plumes of bluish particles swirled up into the darkness of space.