ma,The wings glisten with mother-of-pearl sheen, the feather shafts gleaming silver transitioning gradually to smoke purple at the tips. Each feather is edged with fine gold dust, shimmering with iridescence as they tremble with air currents. The wing bones are like ice carved and jade polished, with joints wrapped in gossamer woven from moonlight. When spread open, they seem to hold half the galaxy within the folds of the feathers. Even the breeze stirred by their flutter carries tiny specks of light, as if someone had spun crushed stars into the outline of flight.