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Where Gentle Things Go
Fluttershy had always wondered where the softest parts of the day went when evening finally came.
Fluttershy had always wondered where the softest parts of the day went when evening finally came.
Where did the last warm breeze disappear to?
Where did the birds carry their final songs?
Where did all that golden light go after the sun slipped beneath the clouds?
One evening, she flew high enough to find out.
Above her, the first stars were already waking.
Below, the whole horizon had turned pink and gold, feathered with clouds so soft they seemed to glow from within.
Fluttershy spread her wings and simply hovered there.
No hurry.
No destination.
Only wind beneath her feathers and a sky big enough to hold every quiet thing she loved.
And for one impossible little moment, she wondered whether perhaps sunsets didn’t disappear at all.
Maybe they just learned how to fly. 🌸🪽✨
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