A titanic, black, converse shoe touches down in front of your point of view, blasting a wave of air and dust into your minuscule body! You hold your arms in front of your face and brace against the blast wave that slides your feet an inch (to your scale) backwards, until it finally ceased and you were able to wipe the debris from your eyes. The shoe was positioned stationary in front of the fridge along with its twin on the opposite side from it. You deduced that from the hip, young style, the ankle socks and the smooth skin belonging to the legs that rose from them like redwoods, this had to be Taylor standing before you.
It took you by surprise when the patterned earthquakes started up again in spades, like a stampede of buffalo times a thousand! It only made sense to you that this must be the stomping feet of other giants.
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