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Fall
It's not like you have much choice, is it?
You fall slowly deeper and deeper into the depths of this strange ether world. Eventually the number of bees dwindles until only a few remain. You attempt hyper-poking one but the bee only glows brightly for a moment, forms a brief doughnut of hypertime, and then returns to normal, seemingly unaffected.
You fall further, until the only illumination is the occasional flash of lightning or luminous cloud passing by.
At last you smack into something in the darkness. Despite the low gravity the fall probably should have killed you, but whatever you landed on seemed to give beneath you, cushioning your fall somewhat. This is all moot, however, because the fall still knocked you unconscious.
GAME OVER