he awakes amongst ashes, the scent of blood fresh in his beak, his eyes dry for tears have long left him. he feels nothing. yet, he is far from nothing. he is eternal, he is death and life and love and cheetos all in one. for he has seen the dismay of thousands, and felt their suffering first hand just as he has felt their joy and endured their prosperity. he is eternal, he is far from nothing; he is magbirdo.










