Toucan Eclipse
When the seventh bead broke, the sun blinked. The eclipse reversed. Day folded into velvet night, and the forest drank deeply. Toucan wings, once rich and glossy, turned to living shadow—soft, silent, eternal.
When the seventh bead broke, the sun blinked. The eclipse reversed. Day folded into velvet night, and the forest drank deeply. Toucan wings, once rich and glossy, turned to living shadow—soft, silent, eternal.
