In a world where birds were the true rulers of this planet, we remember them with a mix of nostalgia and sadness. Their departure left us with only a faint hum of what could have been.
A bird's-eye view of our collective past would reveal a tale of wonder, of joy, and of the occasional dropped breakfast on the kitchen floor.
We remember the songs of the birds, now nothing more than a faint, melancholic whisper in the wind.
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