Sky Drift ◆ [Verified]

The air at twelve thousand feet did not smell like the earth below. It was thin, metallic, and devoid of the scent of pine or damp soil. Elias pulled his goggles down, checking the seal against his frost-nipped cheeks, and rested his hand on the wooden lever of the Aura .

He was not flying, not in the traditional sense. There was no engine roar, no burning of fossil fuels, and no violent tearing through the atmosphere. This was . Sky Drift

We can expand it into a , build a tabletop RPG mechanic around air currents, or outline a video game concept ! The air at twelve thousand feet did not