i was born for this [Journey™]

[nascence]

[ Behold, a red cloaked figure laying face down in the sand.

Sigh. Lost again in the middle of the desert.

Forever alone. ]

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[transcendency]

[something white glides through the air, momentarily spinning in a quick circle at the spot of red standing out against the sandy grounds.

is that..? oh! oh!! it is!

building up, this white cloaked figure emits the loudest tuneful chirp it can produce from high in the air. not long before gliding over to the other, soft pitched chirps one after another calling out.

hey!!!]