A Bird People never believed either in my existence or that I am a creature with mind and feelings. It happened that some of them found evidence of my actuality but they thought they discovered specimen from other birds or creatures. I was always a legend and nothing else. But I’m real bird and I even can describe myself vividly. I’m beauteous in color, ravishing in song. My flight is like the flashing of light in the shape of a dust moth. I live for 500 years, and when I get old I sing an outrageous song and burn myself to ashes. Don’t think I can die! No way! The resurrection occurs and I am reborn again young and beautiful. I’m born in a flame, and ending in flame. I’m a gentle creature