Through and above the milky mists of past sorrows, the golden raptor flew. Crying out for sheer joy at the beauty of the moonlit sky, he swung northwards to settle on the golden racquet of the statue.
“It has been a long time, Erebus,” strummed the strings.
The bird opened its beak and screeched another piercing note that carried out far across the night sky.
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