I was standing on a cliff, the sharp wind whipping my hair into my face. I was gowned in a simple white frock and as I stretched out my arms, I felt no fear. I fell forward towards the mossy ground and knew I would never hit the bottom as long as I believed.
Suddenly the wind ceased and I flew through the sky silently, seeing blurry green and blue shapes laid out on the ground. Instinctively I tilted my body like someone had yanked the joystick on my controller. Wingless, but wonderfully, I soared high.
I love how OP used these eerie, beautiful descriptions and then slapped us over the head with the joystick metaphor




















