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[The Firebird] Many hunters longed to obtain even one of its feathers, as it would be their pride and honor. Caution is advised when the hunting season for The Firebird finally arrives. Please remember all the hunters who had to return empty-handed.
A bath of a gloomy color, topped up with blood. The blood is always kept in equilibrium; it never overflows. Only despair can be found in its sunken depths. Unbearable depression overwhelms all who look into the bath. In an instant, it can pull a nearby person into it.
The Black Swan was always tired, but she thought if she just worked a little harder, things would work themselves out. Just like what her parents used to tell her, and just like in fairy tales. Just like that bird who eventually spread its white wings and became the envy of all.