He talks in riddle, his tunes are no taradiddle.
He is warm and sweet, like a cup of hot chocolate. He is no other than Ambrosial Auklet.
Near the willow tree, lives on an elaborately woven nest by the river, loved by all colonies for his fatherly quiver, he is The Worrisome Weaverbard who protects all lives in The Kingdom with warmth and understanding.
She is the softest sing. The softest feather. The softest of Nightingale.
She stares at the horizon, she smiles and writes a redemption of forgotten passion and buried dreams…
He has a nest like no other. He has it best. Surrounded by wisdoms from all over, he lives in Bulbul Bibliotheque; a royal library, a concert hall, and an ever-empty vault of knowledge.
He might be shy, he might be silent, but worry not as he is a maven. He is the only swallow who can tweak gears and clog with a clockwork precision. With his understanding of both magic and machineries, he can make any music fit into a box of beautiful melodies.
The first impression, his long torso feels a little bit… intimidating, I must say. He catches the attention of many. For me who loves to just perch on branches unnoticed, it’s too much of a stare. Little birds get curious…
Only after you outlove the love from The Lawn of The Loved Ones, only an octave further, you might find yourself breathe in the sunrise-riped field of friendship crops. With its alluring melodies of the chiming wind, The Friendship Farmland…
Any inspiration must come from somewhere, any children with wild imagination was linked into the creative force from the other world, where all constraints exist to make kinds of creativity flourish, where ideas are marching high and…