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#MicroPrompt - Milk

The gray owl, Ashton, soared to my right, grumbling. His wings stretched wide as he banked, then leveled, blocking the light underneath. I yawned. It was midnight. Three quarter moons hovered over the ocean, pouring beams like milk. Stars shone in sky and water, merging into a seamless curve. I circled in crow form—gliding through the air like a fleeting apparition, scanning with my magery-enhanced eyes—but nothing stood out. We'd searched for hours with no luck