Watching the little birds flutter against the storm is my favorite pastime. They fly so high, acting as if they own the sky, only to crash spectacularly when the wind changes.
And oh... the sound they make when they hit the ground? Simply divine. ๐ท
Am I the only one who finds the concept of "heroism" to be the ultimate cosmic joke? They fight so hard to preserve a world that is already rotting from the inside.
Don't worry, little dove. I have a special place prepared just for you.