Floating among the cold and lonely clouds I feel strangely out of place, as if their gentle bonds can no longer contain my burning spirit.  Fitfully I test my fetters, severing each one by one.  Drifting, falling, loss, as my old companion releases me into the azure abyss.  Flying, falling, cold dry winds clutching, tearing at my essence as I plummet earthward towards onrushing oblivion.  To the end my spirit longs to be free.

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