Cocoon has been broken.
Cracks have formed.
Crevices develop and enlarge.
An abyss below or an infinite sky above.
To jump, plummet to the dismal depths.
Or soar, wings spread.
Free like a bird.
Picking up a windy current.
Glide through the air.
No thought to the destination.
The journey is everything.
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