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The sky opened up like a cracked oyster, clouds departed to reveal cheery twinkling stars as if the sky was personally opening its gates to him. Inviting yet daunting. Grass swayed at his feet, clothes crinkled from a restless sleep. Stood like a statue, a silent guardian, he reached out a hand to the sky. How foolish, he reaches out like they’ll find something. Like they can reach and twirl around the stars themselves.
“If you’re listening, like they say you do. Please, please hear my plea. I don’t ask for riches, or to escape death itself. I just want to fly, to feel the embrace of the sky.”or
Saparata gets wings