It was once fashionable for the dynastic families to include relaxing cat rooms within their grand estates, made up of rare species that they had captured abroad. 1

In a fertile area far from the horizon, smoke dogs would be released from the fields in a flash of flames, a long known indication that the harvest was ready to block out the nourishment from the rays of sun.

The sky crashed upon the waves in a reverberating ebb and flow with no horizon insight, except for the vibrant glow of passing thoughts.

Deep in the forest, emerging out of the mist, the locals lingered, comfortably alone, shimmering in the shadows, overlooked by the masses.

It was once fashionable for the dynastic families to include relaxing cat rooms within their grand estates, made up of rare species that they had captured abroad. 2

As more and more birds migrated to the cities in search of relevance, the morning commute became an even more entangled experience.

There was a place that slowed the velocity of time, softening the years of wasteful procrastination onto a soft bed of leaves.

The harvests were becoming increasingly harder to control as mass intelligence took over.

Deep in the darkest corner of the twilight, they would wait for clarity as time faded into the past.

In the remote lake regions to the north, it was rare to catch a glimpse of the giant domesticated herons that silently roamed the misty waters for the local fishing industry.

As the sun set each season, after the visitors receded back into the forests, the locals would flock to the magically waters to revitalize their dreams.

The condensation exhaled by the farmers would invigorate the fields of fur and optimize the harvest of genetically modified cats.

Hundreds of years ago, genetically modified fish were trained to spawn in the sky, so as to disperse their eggs around the oceans from densely packed rain clouds for the best chance of survival and propagation.

Commuter birds were originally revered as a niche luxury accessories, but had eventually became commonplace as a commuter vehicle.

In a far off valley, specially trained horned owls would patrol the parameter of the mass consciousness, shattering the silence with an occasional hair-raising hoot.

Each morning they would rise with the sun, to drift through the mist.

She had been raised on an old family estate by her ornithologist parents. At the height of their careers they had built an aviary in the garden and used it for scientific testing for the perfume industry. Unfortunately, the introduction of opium into their experiments got out of hand and her brightly coloured childhood transformed into faded memories. 1

She had been raised on an old family estate by her ornithologist parents. At the height of their careers they had built an aviary in the garden and used it for scientific testing for the perfume industry. Unfortunately, the introduction of opium into their experiments got out of hand and her brightly coloured childhood transformed into faded memories. 2