i am alone. in this dark meadwow, i finally grasp the fact that nobody will save me. i only have myself. the danger still unclear, i stand in the middle of the meadow, with the silver moonlight falling down on me. i finally close my eyes and lift my face towards the moon, my arms now up at shoulder level, my full wingspan open. i feel nothing as i fall, the danger finally catching up to me... and i willingly let it take over.
Moon
Full, orange, hanging low in the sky - The moon glows against thin, dark clouds in the night sky. The man on the moon staring, glowing, calmly over the earth, Watching the ever-changing course of earthly life, Lighting up the sky iridescently, bright. The moon pales as it rises in the sky, pearly white, The thin clouds unable to contain the moon's shimmering light - They stretch across the sky like crooked fingers. Trees stand like dark beings, almost possessed in an occasional wind - Sometimes illuminated by lamps or moonlight, dimly lit Branches stretch out crookedly toward the sky, trying to touch the stars. A night alive with spirits of the dark.
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