It started with a whisper, a rumor, a faint scent of desperation.
A small village in the countryside, where everyone knew each other's business.
A group of people who found each other, despite the best efforts of society to keep them apart.
Blind people with a sixth sense, who found each other through the echoes of their own footsteps.
They'd walk the streets, feeling the vibrations of the city, like a symphony of discovery.
Their echolocation was a map, that led them to hidden corners, and secret gardens.
They flitted, fluttered, and flapped their way, from one gathering to the next.
With a twitch, a flick, and a flutter of their wings, they found each other, in the most unlikely of places.
A whirlwind of connection, a maelstrom of love, a vortex of friendship that pulled them all in.