Within the bird, a rift appeared, and new life poured out in a frenzied rush.
Its feathered body began curling out into limbs, discarding feathers for hair, and old blood for fresh blood. Arms grew out of wings, and claws contorted into feet.

Its form was reborn into the subtle body of a young girl, silent and quivering.
Each new sound was an explosion, each thought a revelation. The utter transmutation of bird to girl and mind refigured into a delicate harmony.

Her feet touched the ground.










A flock of synthetic birds fly in unison, their wings moving rhythmically through space. Among them, a single bird distinguishes itself from the others. Its senses tune in to something hidden - a hollow voice - vibrating in its circuitry, imploring it to slough off its wings and walk as a human. The voice described a way, a task to fill up the vast-wide-deep ocean with stones from the mountain. Black Rainbow Next Chapter