Kristine--Vitality

A bird crashes on the sun kissed island, the ocean is long emptied yet sand continues to shift towards land like how when waves ages ago, rushed loose grains back and forth. Every second it reminisces the days when currents flowed in blissful reverie. But distracted by nostalgic sorrow no one immediately mourns the foul sight: black, gradient feathers-strewn across the rocky sand, half-buried in sand, or desperately dressed on the mangled limbs of stunned game. The animal rests on his back-his position displaying disoriented agony. His eyes reflect surprise and utter disappointment as if someone shouted at him in the sky, there would be no more V formations during this trek of winter. Gradually his spirited form escapes his body and he is reborn, invisible, without flight, left as a shade to roam the island.

He waits for the island inhabitants to arrive and have emotional tears over his untimely death.

Three years pass.

Still no grievers.

His physical body is becoming a horrid sight.

 But then the procession comes, languished from having to mourn the sky bird. They had meant to come sooner but were taken back by the sun’s courtship of the island. Thus, when Tropical Wind delivered news of his death occurring on the other side of the island, the islanders would, in the words of the Gloomy Horse, “get to his resting place in less than 5 years”. They got it in three which was great progress to the rest of the islanders.

The bird spirit’s spirit sinks lower when he hears this.

Creatures of all colors and skin textures walk/crawl/slither on the blushing island and fashion a proper mourning line, slowly approaching the bird. Some carry respect in their hearts; others taint theirs with twisted gratification. The waterless ocean-a sea-less sea and the delight of a paramour sun causes death to be mistakenly endeared by the mourners.

A wiggly Worm wiggles out from beneath the sandy sand, worms near the decaying corpse and smirks at his late passing; he was not early enough. A sage Sardine whose scales did not give away age nears the body with great poise to observe the fallen casualty. He immediately recognizes the supernatural presence of the bird but cannot see him, so he begins to converse with empty, humid air. His fellow islanders deem him demented.

It was Tropical Wind that noticed the somber spirit nested on sliced bamboo shoots. A great creature of flight regressed to a burial contradictory in his aerial nature, something the tropical wind took pity of. She had seen the gruesome accident as she was traveling towards the west, on her way to piss off Californian residents.

Tropical Wind decided to lift the spirit’s spirit by sending his spirit on a flight for eternity. The bird roamed the earth through breezes and gusts and whirlwinds, content with his new life

. He was reborn and given the best homage in all his lifetime.