Through the night, forward unto dawn...
Taking off in a foggy, rainy, miserable Cork. We thunder down the runway, lights blurred by spray, shooting off into the dark skies.
Breaking out of the clouds into the moonlit night, wispy cloud tops drenched in an otherworldly silver glow.
Turning East, rising into the night. Blue hues begin creeping over the horizon, the harbinger of dawn, racing towards us in its ceaseless cycle.
Descending into dawn, as night is banished around us. Silver, black, blue, and orange vying for supremacy. Leaving the clouds, we swoop over a world just waking up.
Back to the real world.
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