Soar

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First, a crackle. It emerges from the center of a calm ocean. The impulse swims to the surface, pushing all the water from its path.

Then, a pop. From an ocean which now roils, the impulse springs into flight. The heavens reach down as the clouds behold the spectacle.

Finally, a boom. The heavens contract to halt the impulse, but the impulse soars through the miasma. Unhindered, unseen, unstoppable.

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