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Earth Starbound

“Is the earth… falling?”

“Never mind that. How do we get down?” Alarick felt weightless and nauseous, looking quickly for an object to grasp and pull himself back to the ground. He could find nothing.
He was floating on air, a third of a meter above the landscape, and there was nothing within reach save Hans and his pack.

An idea flashed in his mind. “Hans.”

Hans looked at him, anger and creeping panic clear in his eyes. “Yes?”
“Grab hold of me and throw your pack upwards.”
Indignance surfaced in those troubled eyes, before he grudgingly did as Alarick told. The momentum sent them on a slow trajectory towards the rocky snow.

“Is the earth falling?” he repeated, when they landed.
“I am not worried about that.”
“What can be more worrying than our planet falling through space?”
“Our planet crashing.”

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