Here is a bit of very short fiction written in response to the Midjourney (AI) writing prompt:

writing.exchange/@ewdocparris/111134387137690847

"Isn't that body a little young for you?"

"It's a bit awkward. I keep thinking I'm able to reach farther than I can. The flameproofing is fun, though."

"Plus, you can fit into the smaller crevices. But why?"

"So I can bring you this." Floatine presented a shiny black swan. It was obsidian, still warm from the internal fires of the planet, frozen in the act of taking off from from his tiny palm.

"You remembered!"