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He stands, wavering. A million memories flash through his head, compressed into a spark of time.
He looks to his left, at an outstretched hand – then higher, into a pair of brown eyes, his own face reflected at their centre.
"What should I do?"
His right foot twitches forward as his knees tremble. The air is thin, yet he feels if he stepped forward, the breeze would cushion him safely until he reached the ground.
"Stay."
The tentative statement breaks the silence for a moment. Then the voices in his head drown her out.
"Jump", they say.
And he does.