The wind howled past Juno’s ears as she plummeted, arms outstretched, the Earth a distant mosaic below. For a moment—just a moment—it felt like flying. Not falling. Just soaring. Clouds rushed by in soft bursts, like the sky exhaling around her. Her parachute hadn’t opened. But strangely, she wasn’t panicking. Not anymore. Her hair danced around her like a halo. Up here, the air was fresh, clear; Unpolluted. She felt as if she could see miles into the horizon. It was quiet, except for the white noise of air pushing past her ears.

Hurtling towards the ground, met with certain death- Juno felt a strange sense of completion, and peace.