Some of us can fly. We're not supposed to tell the rest of you. It's a secret. We only do it when you're not looking. There was a time when 2Ds - that what we call you people - knew about us. That didn't work out well for us. We were almost wiped out in bloody fear and jealousy. So, now we restrain ourselves to two dimensions whenever you people are looking. It's tough not to leap and loop and soar at will, but it's not worth the risk. So, we hide it from you. You probably think you wouldn't kill us if you knew. You probably think that you've progressed past all that, evolved and whatnot. You probably can't picture yourselves with blood and feathers caked on your clawed hands, teeth bared in a clench of rage. You cannot imagine, I suppose, falling so far. We know what it means to fall, and we'd rather stay on the ground than see that happen to you. Spending most of your life on the ground is not fulfilling. It's not easy. It's not conducive to joy. This is all true. How do we bear it? "Imagine how they feel," we say to each other.
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