"The shameless rule the world. My feathery darlings, fate floats in the wind. Only the flagrant can survive hell's star."

But as the picture wept swirling colors into the roots, he swallowed ballerina dreams. He wanted to be beautiful, yearning to flutter like blushing butterflies, exist dramatically like rouge roses.

So when the wish's kiss wafted him away, he didn't settle. He twirled, he grand-jetéd, he flew.

And falling, he wondered if all dreams lead to Icarus.

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