Generative Assets — Balloon flight over the Vale
It is 05:52 and the Vale is still asleep. You have an envelope of warm air, two hundred and ten seconds of propane, and five winds stacked overhead like shelves — each one running its own direction. There is no rudder. There never was. You steer a balloon by choosing how high to be.
Hold to heat the envelope. Heat is the only thing you own up here.
Hold to spill heat and sink. Gently — the ground forgives slow arrivals only.
Read the wind column. Climb into a layer going your way; descend to leave it.
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Pilot's logbook · Entry Nº 1
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