We Work Ourselves To The Bone Each Night
Hannibal!
08-16-2019, 04:15 PM
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... actually birds?
The night air is crisp and cool above the two warriors. The clear sky shines until it becomes darkened by the shadow of one bird, then another, and yet another. Before long, the sky is no longer visible and only the flapping of wings can be heard. For several moments, the flurry continues until the birds eventually have perched themselves around or flown away.
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