@aibearz
They rose from the horizon like dreams remembered not angels, but fragments of joy given form. The sky itself seemed to sing, every beam of light a chord of rebirth.
Beneath them, the mirror of creation reflected their ascent, reminding the world that happiness is not found, but learned.
Each figure reached upward, not in worship, but in gratitude for at last, the sun was within them, and they had remembered how to fly.
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