Madness string 93450

Random mermaid
White birds soar against the bright blue sky, flapping their wings like rippling waves, wavering in shades of bright and shadow, all odd. An illusion of separation, above and below, pushed aside in each flap, each swoop, each interweaving motion of the flock...

Nothing warms my heart like a little kid making noises and flapping their hands. Adults should go ahead and just do it. In a quiet space, sure mask it, but just in general... hum, sing, spin, flap.