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That summer breeze smell in flower fall was something else, he is used to the smell after 6 years, but it seems he cannot get over that calming smell. The smell of the grass, the animals. Those sniffers always smelled like fresh dirt and mud.
The fake covers against his wings, dance in the wind flapping through the current strands of air. He knew they wouldn't last long, the magic he used wasn't strong enough. He forever hated how those feathers would never heal correctly from the burns and harsh clippings. He founded these when he was making Endlantis, his finished project. The ancient humans before him called them “Elytra's”. Having ancient gods live in the same world as you creating new life doesn't sound very realistic, but he stopped thinking about it after 2 years of living alone.
Now it's been 6 years, he has made friends. But not the type that would speak or message. Crows that can shapeshift into Stars? Ducks? Vultures? Doves? Seagulls? Maybe they represent something, he doesn’t know.
Now back into the present. Enough thinking. He's got a new project to work on, but something is bugging him.
That Redstone machine should've worked, he didn't understand what went wrong…
“Phil, you broke the wrong sign” . . . A small crow landing on his bucket hat, laughing at the old man's failure. The chat knows his Redstone was shit and yet was so unhelpful.
“What fucking sign, I only put the one there and it's the one I wanted to break, did I miss count something…surely not. Maybe it's the cobblestone or moss blocks.”
Putting his finger against his chin with a small pout, scrunching his face into an ugly shape. The machine was moving fine, but the ends of the honey and slime blocks just stopped while the middle just kept flying ahead. Phil stopped it with random blocks in his inventory, trying to cause less damage. Ultimately failing since it just kept moving. Finally managing to stop the blocks.
“Chat am I going to have to re-do and destroy this entire thing, just to re-build it again?” putting his hands against his face, moaning like a child.
“UGHhghghghgh, let's do this AGAIN, this time it will work,” Taking out his pickaxe from his shulker box. He starts to remove the Redstone machine again block by block.
One 1 hour Later
He finally figured out why the machine was broken; he flew to fast…… he fucking flew away from the machine and it just broke. What. How……
“Phil, when you flapped your wings, you lifted and flew too hard and the machine couldn't focus without the kinetic energy you produce”, the crow murmured against his neck.
What the fuck is kinetic energy? and what does that have to do with me?. He thought so deeply, he always hated the science behind everything. He just builds without thinking.