(Inspired by another Wattpad story- and credits to ChatGPT :D)

In a world where wings are an essential part of life, nearly every individual is born with a pair—elegant, colorful feathers that grant them the ability to soar through the skies. The wings vary greatly in hue and size, some shimmering in vibrant shades of gold, silver, or sky blue, while others sport softer tones like lavender or pale pink. These wings are symbols of beauty, freedom, and grace, an integral part of both identity and culture, signifying one's place in society and their ability to navigate the world above and beyond.

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But amidst the sea of light and pastel feathers, a rare and unsettling sight is the presence of black wings. Only 2% of the population are born with them, and they carry an ominous stigma. Unlike the vibrant wings that signify harmony and good fortune, black wings are considered symbols of bad luck, misfortune, and even danger. Their stark, shadowy feathers are associated with darkness, both literal and metaphorical, and they have become a mark of suspicion and fear.

The perception of black wings is deeply ingrained in society. Legends and superstitions warn that those born with them bring misfortune—curses, accidents, and even death are often attributed to their presence. Many believe that the black-winged individuals are cursed or marked by an unseen, malevolent force, a belief that has been passed down for generations. They are often blamed for natural disasters, accidents, or unexplained tragedies, even when no evidence links them to the events. As a result, black-winged people are often shunned, isolated, and treated with disdain.