A disembodied voice echoes from the feather, singing to your mind as though the thoughts were your own.
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"I'm… soaring over trees, storm clouds at my back. There's… there's buildings crumbling into rust and ruin. I stop, briefly, on a vantage point overlooking… something. A grove, perhaps? It's hard to remember." — ???
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"I'm… soaring over trees, storm clouds at my back. There's… there's buildings crumbling into rust and ruin. I stop, briefly, on a vantage point overlooking… something. A grove, perhaps? It's hard to remember." — ???