Fall
Gravity tore at him as he plummeted downwards, then he snapped his wings open and the fall became a swoop as he pulled up, then arced into a forwards glide, turning the momentum of the fall into speed. Up he soared again and then, just because he could, he flew a spiral up and down, sliding on the wind as the stars and land wheel by. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths, filled with the smell of the sea (salty, fresh) and the smell of the city (gaseous, artificial). The wings on his back expanded and beat down heavily, even more so than before. He opened his eyes and spread his arms out, as if trying to swallow the entire earth in an embrace. His body tilted sideways and he let his body spin out of control. His heart pounded hardly in his chest, beating wildly in fear. But Satoshi couldn't share that same fear. He felt free, chainless, and boundless. However much his heart beat, he didn't care, the twirl in him spinning faster and faster. His arms shook tiredly from being held up high for too long, but Satoshi didn't drop them. Every sensation was being numbed. All sensation except for the joyous revelation of being free and flying like a bird. Or maybe, dancing with nature, without a care, free to do anything. To twist and turn heedlessly and wildly. Freely. This sheer wild joy is unmatched by anything in the world, for the chance to simply be what he is, uncaring for worry or secrecy. He fell, flew, and dove, aloft on the wild winds under his wings.
