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| The wind stings my face as I soar higher and higher, ever higher. I revel in the infinite sky. I revel in the unending blue. I revel in freedom, freedom after so long. The claustrophobia, the constraints are gone and I am free. Emancipated. Liberated. I swoop and dive, never tiring. Slowly moving higher. Upward. Unconstrained, unchecked. I play in the clouds with seraphim. I see their smiling faces. I am free of doubt, pain, fear. Free of everything. Nothing can hold me back. I am free of dreams and hopes and ambitions. I am free to exist. Truly free. And I fly ever higher. I surge upwards with a beat of my wings. I am caught on something, no matter, I am stronger. But I have flown too high, my wings melt away, the thing tightens its grip. I feel it, a cold, slimy tendril. A branch of Mephistoles himself. The angels clutch at me, trying to save me from enslavement. They cannot hold me. I melt through them. I scream a silent scream as black slavery engulfs me, blotting out my vision. Muffling my tongue and stopping my ears. The freedom of death slips away and life�s imprisonment has me once more. I am back. Thraldom and servitude have me once again. | ||