The Horcrux of White Birds

You wanted to be those white birds, didn't you, Yves?

To be free from the crushing weight of the world,

to drift away into the silent sky... leaving everything behind.

But look at what they’ve done to your dream.

Your soul was ripped away, and only the taxidermy remains.

Empty birds, fluttering across the world without a single spark of life.

Your art, your pain... it’s all been turned into a Horcrux.

Now, the birds that were meant to fly are trapped in glass boxes.

Displayed, sold, and suffocated.

You wanted freedom, Yves...

But all you got was a world full of soulless wings.

Anya.K