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Incipit: Metamorphosis

An eagle flies with spread wings against a blue sky


Third person

Literary genre



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He loved heights, and flying gratified him. He would flap his wings until his body brushed against the tops of fir trees; and then higher, over inaccessible peaks, to tuck himself into the clouds and pop out on the other side, into the blue, pointing at the sun. Turning and swooping back down, landing on the bank of a river. Eagle by day, Man by night.

Incipit Adaptability

High adaptability for creating fantasy stories. Low for other genres.


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