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With freedom of glittering lights in my eyes, a feeling as soft as the wind in my hair, I look at the moon to which feathers will rise. I breathe in the smell of the air. Preparing myself with a sigh, I spread my young hope and my wings. I finally get the courage to take to the sky. No clouds in the way, soon the winds seems to sing… but then... I flew too close to the moon, so they tied me down. They took an axe and... Suddenly a wet CRACK... I didn't feel anything different until I saw the blood pooling on the ground. A sharp yet dull pain shoots through my wings and into my entire body. I fail even to scream before everything goes black. Now I'm falling, and I barely remember how I got here. I bash into the sharp rocks that form the tunnel I'm going down. But the agony of missing you makes every physical pain seem dull.
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
Falling
With freedom of glittering lights in my eyes, a feeling as soft as the wind in my hair, I look at the moon to which feathers will rise. I breathe in the smell of the air. Preparing myself with a sigh, I spread my young hope and my wings. I finally get the courage to take to the sky. No clouds in the way, soon the winds seems to sing… but then... I flew too close to the moon, so they tied me down. They took an axe and... Suddenly a wet CRACK... I didn't feel anything different until I saw the blood pooling on the ground. A sharp yet dull pain shoots through my wings and into my entire body. I fail even to scream before everything goes black. Now I'm falling, and I barely remember how I got here. I bash into the sharp rocks that form the tunnel I'm going down. But the agony of missing you makes every physical pain seem dull.
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Apr 1, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
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