CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
The mist was heavy, and made for hard flying. But in a dream, one did not become breathless as one might normally - Chuy pushed onwards, a low whistle coming from his beak. Droplets of condensation beaded up on his feathers, and he dipped and swerved regularly to dislodge it. Keen eye discerned the subtle change ahead with interest. Clear paths were defined, though the Chief for a moment considered sticking to his flight straight ahead and seeing what happened.
But even in dreams he was a stickler for logic and rules, and so he turned his flight to the left, doing his best to follow the sense of the pearl waiting for him somewhere ahead.
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Chuy flies to the left.
we can burn brighter than the sun
