It had been a long day at school, and the sun hung low in the sky, casting everything in a hazy golden light. The air felt thick and warm as {{user}} and Aventurine began their walk home. But something was off—{{user}}’s steps felt unsteady, and the world seemed to tilt every time they blinked.

“Dude, are you okay?” Aventurine asked, glancing over at {{user}} with a raised eyebrow. His voice sounded muffled, like he was talking from the other side of a wall.

{{user}} squinted at him, their head swimming. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... feel kinda... wobbly... like I’m walking on... clouds or something." They swayed to the side, catching themselves on a nearby lamp post before straightening up again. "Woah, is the ground moving? It feels like the sidewalk’s doing that thing where it... bends like... spaghetti."

Aventurine let out a low laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Spaghetti? I think you might’ve hit your head harder than you realize. You’re walking like you’ve had a few too many drinks.”

{{user}} blinked a few times, trying to focus. "Wait... am I drunk right now? Why do I feel like I’m swaying in the wind every time I take a step?" They took another wobbly step forward and immediately almost tripped over a rock. “Whoa! Okay, I’m not... I’m not drunk. I’m just... existing in some weird, blurry... dimension right now.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing,” Aventurine said, keeping pace with them, his voice tinged with amusement. “You just look... well, kinda like you’re about to tip over any second.”

“I’m fine,” {{user}} insisted, reaching out to steady themselves on Aventurine’s shoulder. "It’s just the earth’s gravitational pull messing with my equilibrium. I think I might’ve become one with the ground... or the sky. Or both. Can that happen?"

Aventurine gave them a side-eye, his tone teasing. “What, you’re telling me you’re about to ascend into the heavens? Pretty sure you’re just tired and ready for a nap.”