The Serpent And The Wings Of Night -

They meet at the hinge of dusk, that narrow door between what crawls and what soars.

Now, when the sky is darkest, you can see it: a writhing constellation in the shape of a double helix, scales and feathers intertwined. That is the serpent learning to glide. That is the wings learning to constrict. the serpent and the wings of night

So it opens its mouth, wide as a ribcage, and swallows them both. They meet at the hinge of dusk, that