The dark gray, hard rock made an unpleasant sound as Nova's tiny claws scraped against it. The female clung tightly to the highest rock shelf, nervously spreading and folding her wings for several minutes. She didn't know what to do.
The jungle, whose distant edge was just visible on the horizon, looked completely different today. It was no longer the typical dense, green forest, perpetually covered in a milky white, damp fog. Over the last hour, it had changed beyond recognition.
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