To fly on the beast with silver wings..
You make yourself feel comfortable, gazing at the sad and flattened world around you. The soothing coo that goes straight through your soul, the sound of the silver beast ready to fly you high. This soft sound changes into a high pitched roar, you feel yourself being run along the ground.
Then suddenly the ground seems further and further away.. those massive silver wings carrying you upwards, the clouds are rushing past you. The wind at this height is stronger, much stronger. Those gentle flapping wings soothe you as you climb ever higher, bouncing steadily over the huge gusts as if they were light breezes.
The land below never looked so beautiful.

Your great silver beast is not a Lugia, but as near as it gets. That wonderful Boeing 777.