The snow on your feet is softer now, less ground, more cloud that melts with every step. You can't even feel the air shift, only that something in the weight of the world tilts just a little bit. It's not falling, really. It's a sense of… sliding. Like the moment before the dream sweeps you away. A breath brushes your ear, too fleeting to catch, but sufficient to draw you along. Unknown to you, you end up in something else altogether.