I was walking down an underground staircase when the realization hit me. I wasn't really walking down the stairs. I was floating down them. I pondered this fact as I kept bouncing into the ceiling. This was slightly uncomfortable, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. First I needed to get this weird gravity under control. Ahhh, there it goes. With gravity destroyed I could freely climb my way back upwards and explore the greater world in which I had found myself. I came across a hole in the roof, through which the glimmering blue light of day invited me. I crawled through and stood upon the surface, fixed my gaze upward, and soared. A gibbous moon was rising off in the distance. I felt compelled to travel to it, and so I did. It phased before my eyes into a small lump of meteoric rock, hovering there a few dozen meters above the earth. I held it in my hand, admiring its transient beauty. Floating back down to the ground, it dawned on me that I had traveled to some kind of elaborate structure built of crystal. For no particular reason I hefted my little stone into it, and instantly the world shattered in a piercing burst of blackness. A voice then spoke to me, uttering in a most displeased fashion, “Son, you should not do that”. I understood, and opened my eyes.
BUT BREAKING THE CRYSTAL MADE SUCH AN AWESOME SOUND.
