You spiral downwards and downwards, keeping close to the spire to remain safe from the endless flow of vehicles. The haze doesn't come closer. As you descent, it reveals more buildings and more buildings until eventually seeing the ground come into view.. a barren gray mass. Maybe this city doesn't have any clean dirt anywhere, and it's just endless gray buildings at the bottom.
It's also certainly a little choking down here in the dirty air. Not crippling, but you can feel your feathers getting dirtier.
Nevertheless, you find an area in the grimy bit of town, and find a good pocket between two signs under some kind of restaurant. Good food smells, and plenty of space. You shuffle yourself in, tuck your head into your fluff, and fall asleep.
As you sleep, you dream.
You are in a massive forest, full of fantasy colours. The trees are pink, blue, and silver, over a grassy field of purple. The leaves are stirred up by the wind. A wind of magic.
As you fly past, you notice that you have magic yourself. Strands of green and yellow. As they come off of you, slowly, they form into a larger shape, that of an elderly fish-person.
The fish person talks to you, saying how he is the spirit of the crystal, and that he wants to help you guide your magic. It seems those crystals are fragments of the universal spirit, and that their bearers are granted great gifts in the eternal flow of life, death, and magic.
This seems like a great dream. You nod and agree with everything the fish-person tells you, particularly that about giving you awesome powers. Although you can't actually tell the fish-thing that. You can understand his speech, but he doesn't speak bird, so it just comes across as chirping, dream world or not.
The fish man eventually suggests giving you telepathy, as the universal magic can handle communication, and that it'll be ready in a couple of days. Then you can talk about your role in the eternal magical conflict.
More fun magic dreams? Sounds great. You agree readily.
Day Two
You're woken up from your dream a moment later, by the noise of the city, to a drumming in the water pipe above your head. You stand up and immediately bonk your head into it. Confused, you stand up in your hidey hole, which seems much smaller than it did yesterday. Apparently magic makes you bigger. Maybe fish-face said something about that? You thought it was only dream nonsense. Welp.
Your stomach growls in the pre-dawn gloom, in the grimy lower-levels of the huge city. You could use some seeds and nectar. Or maybe some bugs.