Where do we truly belong? Is the home we were raised in our true home? Or does our home evolve over time?

But seriously. There is no simple explanation to all this. Trust me.

What's it like to have wings? To live boundlessly? To have gone places none of your friends have been before? Dash reflects on her life.

Constructive criticism always appreciated. Be as harsh as necessary: I won't be insulted. Just don't be a jerk.