Struggling against persistent upward current
I exert continuous effort just to hold my level flight against a powerful, unseen updraft pushing me upward.
Flying freely above streets, landscapes, or clouds.
I exert continuous effort just to hold my level flight against a powerful, unseen updraft pushing me upward.
I drift close to the side of a tall building, catching a momentary, distorted glimpse of my own figure in the dark glass.
I guide my flight path with slow intention toward one isolated, recognizable structure surrounded by low trees.
I slowly drift over wide, empty fields, noticing how the shapes of the distant fences are changing in the light above.
I try to propel myself upward solely using focused thought, feeling the air resist the nonexistent movement.
A cluster of flyers moves together but with noticeable hesitation, occasionally dipping or accelerating without consensus.
Sudden, sharp pockets of air violently buffet my flight path, demanding immediate, sharp corrections to remain level.
I fly high above a massive, undulating expanse of land, feeling the scale press down on my ability to comprehend the scope.
I drift very close to the vertical edge of a dark, sheer glass building, feeling the cold air shift around me.
From above, I see a group of people on the ground performing synchronized movements in a public square.
As I rise higher into the atmosphere, a low, steady, repeating pattern of human chanting drifts up to meet me.
I traverse the complex network of factories and storage units at a steady, unremarkable speed, observing ventilation plumes.
I fly close to a smooth, expansive body of water, watching the inverted sky stretch out beneath me perfectly.
For a short span, all conscious effort ceases, and the forward trajectory simply coasts into an unplanned direction.
The aerial path must weave carefully through a spread of stationary, complex farm equipment below.
The view reveals an extremely complicated overlay of concrete structures forming unexpected geometric sequences from above.
The sprawling settlement along the water appears incredibly small and tightly packed, emphasizing the gulf between perspectives.
The controlled descent focuses narrowly on a small cluster of homes, highlighting the vulnerability of the ground below.
The dreamer tries to match the stable, massive pace of a group moving with unwavering coordination.
The sound rising with the flight is a low, blended chorus of voices that cannot be separated or understood.
Even after ceasing forward effort, the flight continues past the point where a gentle stop was desired.
A solitary person traverses a structure far beneath, moving with intense focus amidst the sprawl.
Movement is barely perceptible as the dreamer hovers over an immense, featureless expanse of sand and rock.
As the dreamer approaches rigid skyscraper edges, the flight path waivers slightly without a clear cause.
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