Once the sky was filled with owls, fireflies, any other creature that could fly.
The Earth was loved and filled with life.
The ritual drums, every single heart, the owl's wings beat in unison.
Thump-Thump Thump-Thump.
Every soul was free. Free to sing, free to howl, free to dance around the fire.
But then everything shattered.
There was fighting and shouting.
The earth, and every creature in it, held its breath, awaiting the next step.
They were rendered powerless and were forced to give up their wings.
No longer were they free to choose their song, their home, their dreams.
Now the land on which they stand is stained.
Sorrow holding tight to a corner in their hearts.
They were molded into the "perfect" creature.
The "civilized" creature.
But deep into their souls you can still see
their original, beautiful culture.
Their hearts still beat in unison with the Earth and Life around them.
Thump-Thump
Their spirits are immortal.
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