“〠_〠༎ຶ‿༎ຶ(ΘLΘ)•✞_✞•ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤლↂ‿‿ↂლ(☉౪ ⊙)(╬⓪益⓪)( ఠൠఠ )☜Ҩↂ⼼ↂҨ☞(*☻-☻*)☁ ☝ˆ~ˆ☂༽つ۞﹏۞༼つ(´༎ຶ༎ຶ)(╬ಠิ益ಠิ)( ◉◞౪◟◉)༼▃ Ĺ̯ ▃༽(༎ຶꈊ༎ຶ╬)(╬ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ)(☄ฺ♛ฺ3♛ฺ（☝ ՞ਊ ՞）☝( ༎ຶŎ༎ຶ )（´≝◞⊖◟≝｀)☾ ♛ ◡ ♛ ☽(╯⊙ ⊱ ⊙╰ )（ლ ^ิ౪^ิ）ლ( ´థ,_‥థ｀);´༎ຶਊ ༎ຶ`;“
Inside the elevation center on earth, a bubble of calm had descended, checking any temptation to act rashly - this was no time for distraction. Work has to be done. The launch point, the far boundary of the elevation field hurtled past in slow motion, seeming to give more time and space than elapsed seconds would appear to have shown. Still scanning the skies a technician gave a firm but ever so careful pull on the stick and the fish leapt upwards, sweeping gloriously back into the air in its trade of energy from kinetic to potential.
The airspeed diminished and with no other traffic seen s/he completed the landing, touching down for a satisfying roll on the grass. It stopped. Peace. Silence. The one single moment to savour the most.
Opening the eyes allowed an intrusion of reality. S/he rushed off the field. "Where have you been?" S/he was asked. "Can't remember", s/he replied, their mind still coming down.
The day after was much less enjoyable (obviously) s/he was praying with all their might for the medicine to last as long as possible so they could avoid becoming a pill-poppin' animal. Sadly they failed.
