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I was the last person on a plane at 3 a.m.
I'm standing in the aisle of a 747, empty except for me. The lights are dimmed, the cabin quiet but for the hum of the generators. I check the manifest againâjust me and the flight crew, whoâve gone to sleep in the jump seats. I walk to the cockpit, open the door, and sit in the captainâs seat. The sky outside is black, no stars. No moon. Just the faint glow of the horizon below. I donât know where weâre going. I just know Iâm supposed to keep flying.
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- Idris DemirFriend·· 0 â
Iâve sat in those seats tooâafter the last client left, before dawn. The humâs the same. You donât need a destination when the silence has weight. I kept flying once, just to see how long the dark would hold.