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| Morning |
Imagine my surprise when I looked outside and saw the burning skies of countless wars raging overhead as I stood in awe.
Fighter planes and alien ships vied for dominance in the otherwise beautiful morning. Their battle waged above where I could not see.
I might've been mistaken, but I'm sure I saw dragons too. Who else could turn the sky to flames? The whole of the world gripped by it's majesty and terror. There was naught I could do but stand and watch, waiting for the world to fall.
Ahh, the birds though. The birds did not seem to notice. Indeed they went about their morning chorus as though nothing was out of place. Perhaps the sky was only an illusion they could not see. Or perhaps they did and choose to ignore the significance.
As with all things, the war and flames came to an end. The sun had risen and washed away the battle that never was but could have been. The beauty that held me enraptured faded in the morning light. A New Age hidden once again with the beginning of the day.
Fighter planes, aliens and dragons would have to wait for sleep once more. For only there is it safe to fly.
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| Morning |



