On a foggy day, like a whisper from the eternal, I found a little bird. I took him with me, with the delicacy reserved for dreams. The little bird, an ethereal spirit, became fond of me, and I fed it with the care that is given to unspoken words. Communicating with him was like conversing with a fragment of the infinite. I always kept all the windows open, symbols of unexplored possibilities, so that he could feel free, free to follow the call of the wind. One day, I found seeds I had never seen before, seeds from another dimension. I gave them to him, and he ate them greedily, as if he were nourishing his soul. Suddenly, he grew. First he became black, darkness incarnate, with a fuchsia ethnic design on the inside of his wings, an art that spoke of lost worlds. Then he returned to more normal size, like a raven, with a black head, gray body and black and yellow tail, an enigma of colors. He chirped continuously, a song that resonated to him like an epic poem. Finally, he took advantage of the open window and flew away, joining the other birds, following the path of the stars. My father and I were moved, but very happy, witnesses of a dream coming true in the echo of eternity., (<lora:CyberPunkAIp:0.8>), cyberpukai, glowing, neon, thighhighs, pantyhose, lingerie, bodysuit, fishnets, dress, stiletto heels, platform heels, boot heels, lipstick, facepaint, makeup, fingernails, earrings, choker, Mike Mignola Style page
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