Above them all
Just like an expensive Christmas Tree, the cockpit sparkles with light. Colours and shapes, rythm and brightness, all those tiny little light-bulbs shine in the dark.
Their master, just like a sheperd with his flock, keeps a steady hand on them all, ever-opened eyes and ready for anything energy. Despite the noise and the shadows moving in on the horizon, he guides us through clouds and mist, wind and rain, to our final destination.
Thus the pilot reigns.
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