Gateway to the Empyrean: Cirrocumulus 19

I was slowing my trajectory as I reached the troposphere.

Those planes detected me and rushed me like falcons diving after rabbits.

Their peregrine-like sights and velocity became terrifying.

I wanted to say farewell to those that cared, but I wasn’t ready to be usurped.

I’m the king of the skies.

Watch me defend the throne.

I imagined myself ascending right at the divebombing jets with fists clenched blazing.

That punch landed right on the planes nose and it exploded on impact.

It was a shame that I was engulfed in flames. You’re welcome, cruel world.


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