And so I soar on the wings of rebirth, up into the eternal blue of an ever-promising sky.
No song passes my throat as my silent warrior wings carry me up into that jubilant arc. Looking back I see her below, that uncertain girl, that sorrowful shell.
I will move, stretching these wings, exhausting them until I need to rest. And resting I will find you in my triumphant heart.
You were there, here, all along.
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