For Mags. I'm sorry that literally everything I write you is tøp related but I hope you like this!


All we are is an isle of flightless birds. We gain twenty three comrades each year—twenty three pairs of wings that will never open, twenty three nests that lose a member.

Twenty three children who will never wake.

We must fight back. Fight, for the fledglings who starve to death with no family to bring them worms. Fight, for the grieving parents who find their son or daughter lying motionless on the ground, never to open their eyes.

Fight, for us, the isle of flightless birds.

It's time you pick your battle, and I promise you, this is mine.


Inspired by twenty one pilots' Isle of Flightless Birds.

wc: 100. Happy holidays, Mags!