The heavy aircraft took off from within the valley, with azure streams of air jetting out and slowly lifting the fuselage.
Inside the cabin, Tilan sat next to the window seat, in front of her on the round table rested an insulated box, inside which five little birds huddled together for warmth, their pristine fluffy down making them look like five plush dumplings.
The roaring noise outside the window gradually weakened as the aircraft slowly climbed into the high altitude and began to accelerate.
As if she remembered something, Tilan took a small, delicate chip from her pocket, which was a bright deep pink with splashes of bright blue froth dots that looked quite new.
After looking at the chip, Tilan waved gently at an Autonomous Unit nearby and said something, after which it approached her with a player in its arms and placed the dark grey and wood-brown interlaced player on the table.
