Ancient secrets and laws govern, adding a security that resides inside every singular stroke. The fibers stretch and expand twice their original size. Separate yet together, slicing through the air as invisible collisions burst into tiny waves ruffling the collective entanglements. They are a proud and consecrated species.
They are however, almost gone. Over development and hunting is the cause of the decimation of these primeval creatures that date back to the time of the Socrates. If ever you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the rare Bullion Beak you are said to be blessed with a million tiny pleasures. So is their place in this world
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