You've Never Really Loved Anyone.

You're still about a mile off the ground, and you pull the handle right before you are about to collide with this flock of of pegasi. Your trajectory has changed pretty wildy. And by the time that you get out of this swarm of beautiful winged horses, you, eaobing everywhere. We are covered in pagashit. You are covered in Pagashit. It's not a crash landing, tis, it is a soft landing. But you have landed in the mucky mire of a swamp. So youare strapped in, sort of hanging from the chairs looking down at this a swampand that is where you are.