The day gravity forgot us began when the sun blinked twice, pulsing hues of sapphire across the skies and tuning the world into a surreal symphony.
"Dance with me upon this ceiling of dreams," she invited, with a smile that defied the laws of reason.
As people floated around like dandelion seeds in a summer zephyr, whispers of eternity tugged at the fabric of their thoughts. A child's laughter echoed, tinkling like glass wind chimes against the distorted horizon.
"Will we ever touch the ground again?" asked a voice from somewhere below, yet the direction was ambiguous, much like the speaker's existence.