Chapter 22
- ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱
- That night, a strange dream came to me and for the first time in my entire existence I felt free. I could feel the icy air between my feathers and the world seemed small, insignificant near the heavens, close to the feeling of flying.
- Even when my eyes opened, I could still feel that feeling, that freedom.