Fixed Fall

There is always a cliff. The weather is always inclement, the fall enough to kill.

Sometimes there is water below, sometimes acid, sometimes a tear in the fabric of reality.

If she can fly, there is something to prevent her doing so.

In every world, every universe, every time, communication occurs, negative emotions stir, and she jumps, or rolls, or bounces, whatever is needed to fall, and to die.

There is no way out, no way to stop it, it must happen, it's a fixed, untransmutable point across all worlds.

But it hurts every single time I live through it.