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OF THE SAME FLOCK:

The moment, authentic.. what is said is whats meant, specified. All its works were joint now.. it might be no different than dieing.. for when you reflect the world around you.. does that not make you the world around you? Or does that make the world around you, you? I'd prefer the first.'
Such acceptance is rare where you compete against the world beyond, minute lies.

Daklas had grown quite a moustache from such pondering, it was almost five years after he had singlehandedly taken down an entire security station.

The old man Nazar had given him only one line of advice ''dont take on a mission you cannot do yourself and yourself alone, for inspiring others is the only true way to help.. anything else is misinterpeted'' "especially words''
This was what had made Daklas realize an approach ..misinterpeted.. and it saved his life.. as he had climbed into the security center high above the layer of particle dust without any equipment whatsoever, no help lend..
Only now did he understand those words..

Nazar was not a merchant, he was the unseen hand, the unheard voice, the unfelt touch. Inspiration that comes to us all.
Or we all just have a sense unnamed.

"Where'd you find that feather?" Daklas asked a passing girl that held one in her hands, twirling it between her fingers carefully..
Her skincolor was that of almonds, her hair black as ink..
The girl pointed in the direction of her traveled path..
"Do you know what kind of bird thats from?" Daklas kindly proceeded..
The girl admitted she did not know, but admitted she had decorated her whole room with feathers and always looked for new ones.
Daklas sighed with a smile.. "Its from the wing of a magpie, have you ever seen one?"
The girl nodded "Yeah i just saw one"

Its clear we have a sense unnamed. It was.. getting warmer each day.. surely ..one proper sunflame aimed right at us would knock them all out.
It was out of our hands now, we were just passengers on a boat out at sea.. looking for other boats, looking for land.