Wings flapping against the invincible sky, it glided through the turbulence and alighted upon a dingy house. Its eyes, a marvellous manifestation of art, scanned the scene. There was nothing, but a thick smoke blanketed all over the place. It flapped its wings to juggle itself in the air and went on another odyssey to search for someone.

Countless tanks were stationed across the dishevelled land. All it managed to beheld was the blazing fire dancing as it crackled, mutilated bodies and the never-ending sea of blood. It thrust itself higher. Pushed the limits to reach the heights which weren't possible for a mere flapping entity. Regardless, it went higher and higher. The smoke was dangerously thick. Yet, it impaled through it.

On the other side, it came to a screeching halt and hovered for a bit to capture the view. It was dark. It was covered in darkness. It was confused. It was traumatized. It had to do something or it will perish. It turned around blindly and went ahead with trepidation. There was something uncanny about this place. It was chilly, and it was freezing as if it was trapped inside a frozen lake. It shivered. It cried. It screamed. It was lost. It was lost because of humans. It was lost because humans never knew what peace was. It was innocent. It didn't deserve it, yet it was here.

It wasn't able to find her. It failed. Humans failed it. It's gone. It plummeted down the darkness and vanished. It died. Thanks to you.