Soaring through sky on invisible wings, carried further and further from the world, my home, I m flying. Roaring wind swooshes whispering loudly, the sounds flood through my ears, it s deafening and it s all I can hear. My senses are no longer mine to feel, I m enveloped in a cascading flow of unseen air. The wind is so mighty, taunting, and violent, yet gentle as it caressed my body, kissing me and breathing its vast power into my lungs. It s an intoxicating feeling that drug nor drink could ever give me, and it s mine alone to feel, all mine. I m selfish, I don t want to share.

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