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Flight · thirteen creatures
The Windborne
They keep you moving so the feeling never catches up.
Thin, kinetic folds caught mid-motion, too many wings, leaning forward. Dawn light, pale gold, cloud-white, quicksilver, electric blue. Open sky, no ground in frame.
When this tribe settles
The creature finally perches. The blur resolves into a still, alert poise. It can now choose to land.