Towering cliffs of gray granite line the coast. A few meters of sand lie between the ocean and the base of the cliffs.
Large cliffs, Shore
family member
bird
I fly during the day to look for food. I do not like eagles. I sometimes get caught and eaten.
*tweet* Ah, thank you, kind bird.  Once, my life used to be full of potential, like this nut.  Now... all I see before me is blackness and dispair. I can actually understand you, surprisingly. A-a magical bird!  Or perhaps my mind has finally snapped.   Very magical! Sometimes I get caught and eaten, yet I can be here talking to you all the same. Here, I prepared this for you earlier. Oh... um... thank you? Is this... magical too?  What? You think the worms going to talk to you? Are you insane? I admit, I find this whole situation extremely perplexing.  Then again, I *was* ready to jump off this cliff and end it all, so who am I to judge... Perhaps let's not talk here then, especially as the eagles love this part of the cliffs But, Sir Bird of... Magnificentness?  I can't go on living my life!  I am all alone and am in the depths of despair. Better the depths of despair than the depths of the ocean, let me tell you.. But how am I to live while my mother and father are dead?  And killed by my own brother!  Why did this happen to any of us!