The Real World
I spread my wings, letting the cold wind whip against my face. Refreshing to say the least, souring over the city. Stupid people, living in reality, I have never understood it. Reality just hurts. I close my eyes and take a ten second nose dive, then quickly changing courses so I don't hit the concrete.
Not that it would matter anyway, being from the underworld. I open my eyes once more; most of them are staring at me. As if saying, “What’s a lone owl doing flying around in the streets of New York?” Well, we are sent out to gather information on other dimensions and report back. You don’t have control of anything; they send you here, to ‘check up on’ this race of beings. You come back with a report on how things are going.
To my right I hear a crows caw and take off. I have never met one who didn't try to peck my eyes out. I spread my wings and dive between two buildings, taking sharp turns, left and right. New York City is a group of small alleys between skyscrapers with one park in the middle, a difficult place to fly.
In this dimension: Reality, people are dying every second, as well as knew life being born, a big circle. How can they live in such a place and never try to escape it, they must be really stupid or a lot stronger than we will ever be. I land on top of the empire state building, silently watching. Off they go, trying to get things done in time. Trying to escape failure, heartbreak, and/or disappointment.
I feel bad for these humans sometimes, if only they knew their options, which paths to take. One day they'll figure it out, I hope, we all know they aren't the brightest race to live. That's what I am here to prevent, them figuring it out. I know I'm not supposed to feel sympathy, in fact it is supposed to be impossible for my species but... Families splitting, hearts breaking, lives ending, if only they knew.
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