The bird hops closer, leaving no footprints in the ash. In its beak, a torn page from a journal — your handwriting, but smudged as if written underwater.
“You came back,” a hollow whisper seems to echo, though the bird’s beak never moves. It tilts its head, and for a heartbeat, you see not a creature but a question mark made of shadow. A memory stirs: a child’s drawing, a cracked locket, a promise you forgot you made. shadowy bird snippet dreamlight valley
“Follow,” the silence says.
The bird hops closer, leaving no footprints in the ash. In its beak, a torn page from a journal — your handwriting, but smudged as if written underwater.
“You came back,” a hollow whisper seems to echo, though the bird’s beak never moves. It tilts its head, and for a heartbeat, you see not a creature but a question mark made of shadow. A memory stirs: a child’s drawing, a cracked locket, a promise you forgot you made.
“Follow,” the silence says.