03-10-2021, 19:22:18 PM
By the end of the radio, a small moth lies, looking at his hands (for lack of a better term) and waves a cold flash of light blue energy in one of them. He knows not where he is, he is only concerned about his wellbeing and that of the family he has left behind. His wings fluttered and took him off the radio, but unfortunately he couldn't keep it up for more than a few seconds. Falling on top of the radio, out of shape, he sat atop it with his legs dangling above the edge.