...The ridge path stretched between two clouds. From here, the world below was abstract, a map waiting to be read. The eagle spiraled on thermals not visible to any ground-bound creature, and you moved with it, your breath shallow, your movement stripped to essential. Nyrulna had called you to the heights not to abandon the world but to remember its shape. To see what others couldn't see from their rooted places. The wind carried seeds and songs, and you were both at once, suspended between earth and sky, carrying the message forward because flight was the only honest answer you'd ever found.

When you descended at last, you would carry the truth back down. Liberation was not permission but responsibility, and only those who had ridden the wind could teach others to break their chains...