Ghosts of the Future

  Eyes Open I love the feeling of falling free. The air rushes by me as I fall, and the world comes up to greet me. The six hundred feet to the ocean will vanish in seconds. This small body is strong, but I won’t survive the fall. I push aside the thoughts of death, the fear of pain, and the urge to hide from the end. These moments are too precious to waste. I open my energy eyes to see the beauty of the ocean and sky, and taste the world one last time. There’s movement one hundred feet directly below me. Three of the Kishla, the great singing birds, fly in a circle. The energy within their ring weaves itself thicker and thicker, and pulls at me as I approach. Are they waiting for my fall to pierce their circle? The Kishla song grows louder and louder, and…

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