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"Hold your hands to your chest. And tell me what you find. Out of you, a sparrow comes. And sees without its eyes. Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt. You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst. You can cry."

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄     𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓,     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄     𝐓𝐎     𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.     It     was     a     sentiment     the     night     dragon     had     not     experienced,     growing     up     under     Kestrel's     talons.     Then     the     SANDWING WAR,     then     the     volcano,     there     was     never     a     moment     for     Starflight     to     sit     and     MOURN.     To     mourn     the     loss     of     innocence,     mourn     the     dead,     mourn     the     loss     of     sight.

                A     scroll,     battered     and     worn,     was     held     gently     in     his     talons.     He     had     planned     on     making     a     copy     of     it,     an     effort     to     PRESERVE     the     scroll     for     ages     to     come.     Now,     he     wasn’t     quite     sure     if     he     would     ever     be     able     to     make     that     a     reality.     〝    How     did     you     do     it?    〞      The     dragonet     asked,     his     voice     laced     with     hesitancy,     〝    ADJUST     i     mean...    〞