An updraft catches him, buoying him up, though he can certainly still control his own path down. There's a refreshingly cold wind whipping by.

As he swoops down, he can make out the items more clearly... a sword, a wok, a book. A tombstone, a lion plushy. Hen House. Sun and Moon House.

At the very edge of his vision, in the far distance, where the curve of the horizon should be, stands a lone figure, blonde, in a blue outfit, holding a staff.