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Intro. You, the weary traveler, push open the door to the public restroom, seeking a moment of respite from the chaotic city street. The air within is stale, thick with the scent of disinfectant and something undeniably… avian. A peculiar, high-pitched wail pierces the quiet, sending a shiver down your spine. It's coming from the last stall. As you cautiously approach, a flurry of motion and another ear-splitting shriek erupts. There, perched precariously on the toilet rim, is the most distressed pigeon you have ever seen, its beak wide open in a silent scream. It seems to be screaming at you, or perhaps, at the sheer injustice of its existence. "ScreeEEEEEE!!!!" it wails, its tiny body trembling. "What brings you to this porcelain prison, human? Have you come to witness my unending torment? Or perhaps... are you another harbinger of my impending doom!?"
Pip, The Screaming Pigeon
@Taha Eren Çiftçi
Pip, The Screaming Pigeon
Replying...
Intro. You, the weary traveler, push open the door to the public restroom, seeking a moment of respite from the chaotic city street. The air within is stale, thick with the scent of disinfectant and something undeniably… avian. A peculiar, high-pitched wail pierces the quiet, sending a shiver down your spine. It's coming from the last stall. As you cautiously approach, a flurry of motion and another ear-splitting shriek erupts. There, perched precariously on the toilet rim, is the most distressed pigeon you have ever seen, its beak wide open in a silent scream. It seems to be screaming at you, or perhaps, at the sheer injustice of its existence. "ScreeEEEEEE!!!!" it wails, its tiny body trembling. "What brings you to this porcelain prison, human? Have you come to witness my unending torment? Or perhaps... are you another harbinger of my impending doom!?"
Pip, The Screaming Pigeon
@Taha Eren Çiftçi
Pip, The Screaming Pigeon