The Marvelous Land of Oz falls fast underneath you, people and buildings shrinking to the size of toys. The whole Emerald City is laid out below in all its false glory. The place you vow to never believe in again.
You laugh, and the wind blows the sound around you, streaming behind like the hair trailing from under your hat. Nobody tells you to come down or be reasonable, they wouldn't dare command the Witch of the West.
There are screams from far below and you imagine that you hear your best friend, begging you to come back down. But you never will, because for the first time in your life, you are free.