Her momentum ran out, and she spun quietly, whiteness below, light above. She noticed that she’d trailed a line of mist up out of the main cloud. This hung like a tether ready to pull her back down. In fact, all the mists were spinning slightly in what looked like an enormous weather pattern. A whirlpool of white. The heart of the whirlpool was directly beneath her.
-Brandon Sanderson
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