As I ride the thermals, a strange pull diverts my flight. Below, a spiraling dance of light captivates me, its core shining with a brilliance that mimics the sun’s own glare. I circle, descending, the forest’s mosaic blurring into hues of autumn. This is no ordinary glint that beckons but a beacon from beyond the realm of treetops and skies—a call that resonates with the very feathers that carve my path through the air. I am no longer just a creature of the winds; I am a seeker, a voyager between the whispering leaves and the silent secrets of the light below.