It was supposed to be an ordinary Thursday.
The rain dripped like a metronome from the rooftop railing, ticking off the last moments of her life. She sat there, knees to chest, chin tucked down, heart trembling in its cage like a bird that had forgotten how to fly. No one saw her. No one ever really did.
She didn't remember falling.
She remembered the wind.
A rush of it. Cold, alive, whispering something she couldn't catch.
And then—silence.
No crash. No blood.
Only feathers.
When she opened her eyes, the sky was a soft pastel blue, painted with the kind of clouds that looked too perfect to be real. Warm sunlight danced across her face, coaxing her to sit up. There was grass beneath her—not concrete. A gentle breeze kissed her cheek. Somewhere, a bell rang. Children laughed.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
Where... am I?