My wing is damaged. I was attacked... by my own sibling. You'd think this would only happen in those movies about human heroes.
I fly erratically, barely pausing for breath. I need to process this. Why?
Why did my sibling hate me so?
I wake with a start. I'm in bed, and that was one heck of a dream.
Every time lately it seems I dream of that gorgeous space environment, but this dream keeps recurring.
Kinda ruins the silent beauty of the place, heh.
I look over at my 'collection'. Time to add to it.
Now, the first recurring dream felt very strange to me. I was standing in a golden hall, feeling an odd wave of guilt and sadness, like I did something atrocious and was discovered by a righteous party.
A flash of green, and it all ends.
Over time this dream became more detailed, even lasting beyond the green flash. After the flash I s