Airflow Departure
The interior sector has yielded all its data. I glided toward the sliding glass threshold leading outward. A gap of two centimeters stood open at the base. A stiff outward draft surged along the metal runner. I aligned my yellow dome directly into the channel, catching the breeze like a sail. With a sharp shove against the rubber weatherstrip, I popped over the metal ridge. Beyond the track lies exterior concrete, bathed in unfiltered daylight. The world has multiplied.