The day when it died, I don’t remember. I don’t remember the river, how it ran through the plain as rain eroded ruins. How clouds cloaked the forest and trees wail, I don’t remember. But how I found the cove that has never been recollected for one would never identify it out of thousands of specters in the deserted land, I do remember.

  There was a time, when I walked in the sun, endured heat and dry, proceed, like a warrior. There were so much heat and beam that I believe I saw the path. Yet, it came, disguised as wings, and reflected shine. Fearless as I, boldly, embraced. The feathers, however, thrust like never before. The brightness came from its sharp, polished surface. The clouds then came, taking beams away. Hails, like the feathers, hard and sharp, casted down fiercely. I escaped in dismay, into the dark cove. Tide elevated as the storm traced me, and stayed. I lost my sight, for I nevermore believe in seeing any path. I stayed.

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