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And the bird burst from its egg to be raised in the warmth and plumage of its mother’s breast. It grew rapidly, as big as the sun, until its mother could no longer shield it from its bright ambitions. Without a home, the bird left Earth to find a suitable nest among the stars, but the planets and the moons silently refused its company. It drifts in the darkness still, eager for a perch, unaware of the many worlds birthed and gathered by its heart.

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