Askarize
"Clank."
The High-Cloud Quintet gathers under the belittling sun.
They weaved a dream, a wish to be together until what is left of their joyous days.
Yet, they were naught but fettered birds caged in the confines of their cruel fates.
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My first work. It's short, full of flaws, and written on a whim. I am still working on other ones right now.