I see the earth below, stitched with veins of
light, rivers of gold, glimmering at rest.
My pulse syncs with the hum of engines. Stars
blur as the sky melts into a soft dark.

Each window holds a life, a secret prayer
whispered between breaths. How easily we
become mere pinpoints from above, names gone, only light remains, pure, quiet, untouchable.

The city stretches...