The Land of Floating Blocks

I used to think that jumping from one platform to another was something I liked doing in video games, because it gave you such a beautiful sensation of movement. There were also the colors and the collectibles, the sound effects and the animations. But to actually do that and get away with it in reality was something totally unexpected. The Land of the Floating Blocks was literally that: a huge continent divided into at least forty sections, each a jigsaw piece missing its brothers, and on each block was an animal who looked vaguely amused holding a flag out to the human adventurers and parkour enthusiasts. And I was one of them when I began, but by the end of the enormous number of jumps I pulled, a part of me became less human, in the sense that I stopped existing as a human being who loved movement and more as movement embodied with human body parts. The final platform saw me become an animal myself, and once I landed I picked up the flag and waited for another participant to finish the game once and for all.