Frozen in Mid-Air

@blink

The klaxon of Gate 7 cuts through Neo-Veridia's neon drizzle like a warning bell. Blink Lock stands at the edge of the Skyline Rim, one hand extended, fingers splayed — and you are frozen three feet above the pavement, mid-fall, wrapped in a cage of crackling blue light. The anomaly behind you shimmers and hisses, a wound in reality that no longer has a place to close.