Your limbs were numb.
All around you was sudden darkness, sudden cold, and sudden, echoing silence.
And then you saw it.
It blossomed white and otherworldly from somewhere far below, each petal slowly unfurling from the void-black depths. Loosely uncoiled by an unseen wind, this alien flower lifting itself from the garden of the gods.
Weightless, graceful, silent in its motion; heavy with fate, thundering with sure destruction.
For a moment longer you hung suspended in the void, between life and death, and then the coin flip of Fate occurred.
