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V Chapter - Flying through the clouds

Perennial winter, that is wrapped by the dense clouds, which don't allow any ray of light to open the way, has torn off all the leaves and has stopped the circulation of sap in the stale trunk of the lonely tree. Suddenly one of the rays breaks into the grey pall that surrounds dead wooden bones and while cutting a smoke, starts spreading throughout the tree. Sap starts to fill stale veins and restores the breath. Dehydrated roots break free from the underground. A tenacious soil can't prevent the transformation. A mutilated creature tries to get up.
Bitten by ants the atrophied feet are still burdened by debris of the roots instead of fingers, which dig into unsteady ground and hardly comes off it, leaving behind itself a footprint from bloody sawdust. Being doubled up, a humanoid with a head of the ant creeps upwards to the top of the hill about which he has been dreaming during the long years of imprisonment in the wooden body. Dragging it along the ground, the creature abrades wooden rests, denuding a sensitive skin. Upwards! By the end of everything, to the finish of prolonged way, to the most distant from the anthill point. Thither, where suffering from the pain after mutations comes to the end. Thither, where fall will be both rise and reward.
At last, here is a top. Below is abhorrence, behind is a life, ahead is the death, inside is satisfaction and bliss. At the moment of the jump, the skin on the back burst and lily-white wings, which were stained with blood, cut through it. They lifted in the air the humanoid with a head of the ant, who indulged in free falling, who thanked for generous reward and flew away more higher through the clouds.

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