Reminiscence

In the dark of night, a tall, dark figure stood alone on a forest glade, facing the rising moon. Strong gusts of wind were billowing hard against the trees, threatening to uproot them as the figure steeled itself against the wind. Tensing its muscles, it bounded high up into the sky, only to be brought down by the harsh wind. Despite its hard skin, countless falls had grazed it to the point that yellowish bones shone white against the insubstantial moonlight. Upon closer inspection, the area around the figure has been stained a crimson red and droplets of pearly black liquid can be seen clinging on to the pointy tips of the plants.

As the figure gathered itself for one final leap, the wind started to gain speed. With the increased burst of air, The figure was almost blown off its feet. Only with its grim determination was it able to stay afoot, and yet it prepared itself for one last jump. Closing its eyes to two small slits, the figure propelled itself into space and, with the help of the wind's thermal flow, the figure was able to soar high up into the sky and finally emerging above the clouds and bathing in the ethereal moonbeams for the first time.

Miraculously, the figure emerged unscathed with all its cuts healed. As it began the inevitable descent, the figure started to panic, for it had not foreseen this part of the process. In the confusion, the figure had dropped almost half the distance it had leaped up. With the ever increasing dropping speed, the figure had lost all hope of landing alive. Murmuring prayer after prayer, the figure's life flashed past its eyes, one such event lingering in its mind for a few moments during the flashback...

lazy type already^^ until next time then...^^