And I find myself where the atmosphere will drive me underground.
And the air out there’s not enough to go around.
And I’m heady now and the air is getting thin.
And the oxygen’s not enough to live in.
I need to breathe oxygen, need to breathe oxygen, need to breathe oxygen.
“Oxygen” – Moguai feat. Fiora
The fairy had some free time from her pod. She was always to stay with her pod, because it was forbidden to fly solo due to being captured by humans. Why you say? Because they were drawn to their bright hues and curious nature.
With such new found freedom the fairy soar threw the tree like plants weaving in and out as she laughed. The breeze hitting her and petals shower her face, some danced on her nose tip. Agile, her body was she danced along the sky breeze giggling as she does so. The freedom to fly, to be free is the most appreciated experience one can expect.