Stavanger Bay Don't be afraid if there's no wind in my hair

I'm so sorry for all the links idk what got into me

Reverie never felt more like herself than in these moments; a dancer, a girl in songs and daydreams, never quite real, never quite here.
Once, there was no room in her heart for fire; but that was before she knew what it truly was to burn, and burn, and burn —
And now there was nothing left at all, nothing but a flash of light and a sweet scent on the wind. Untethered as she'd always wanted, but it wasn't freedom; it was the ground fallen away beneath her feet and the clouds whirling dark and thick around her, it was the sea below and the stars above and nothing to hold, falling, falling forever and
and she stopped.
There was a gilded bird flitting in the air above.