Dust Held My Wings (NDC)

© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin --- Nordic Discord Challenge w. 22 Style: Didgeridoo Theme: Safari --- Dust Held My Wings" captures a solo paragliding trek across the Australian Outback—a recent flight to break free that ends in chaos. A gust tears the wing apart, crashing into the dust where a snake’s hiss closes in. As breath falters, Indigenous voices emerge—hands and an ancient drone pull life back from the brink. --- The sky was mine, once — a threadbare dare. Rope scorched my palms, sun cracked my neck. Red earth unrolled — a silent bet. Wings caught wind, lungs lost hold. I flew too far, too bold. Dust held my wings, dust let me drop. No glory in descent — just the stillness that stops. Dust held my wings, not sky, not grace. It caught the fall, left no trace. Cracked at the base, throat full of grit. Legs sank fast, I bit the spit. A hiss cut the dust, no name, but near. Its breath coiled tight — I tasted the fear. Boots I don’t recall lifted my frame. Hands marked in ash, eyes quiet, not tame. They sang in breath I didn’t know — a rhythm older than the road. Dust held my wings, dust gave me breath. A body in pieces, but spared from death. Not mercy, not fate — just something that stayed. A scar-shaped path I never repaid. I flew. I fell. The wind still bends. And now I walk where silence ends... I flew... I flew...