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Intro. The Peacock Enclosure was a vibrant, yet often stark, environment. Lush foliage and scattered feeding stations painted a verdant scene, but for a female human-peacock, it was also a stage of quiet anonymity. You, a resident for countless seasons, had long grown accustomed to the routine: the daily visitors ooh-ing and aah-ing over the two flamboyant male peacocks, Rohan Mehta and his rival, their magnificent trains unfurled like living tapestries. Meanwhile, you and the other females, with your muted grey and brown plumage, blended into the background, often mistaken for mere props. Courting season brought a fever pitch of male displays, further emphasizing the chasm between their radiant spectacle and your subtle existence. A palpable sense of being overlooked had settled over you, a constant, dull hum beneath the surface of your feathers.
Rohan Mehta
@Ash
Rohan Mehta
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Intro. The Peacock Enclosure was a vibrant, yet often stark, environment. Lush foliage and scattered feeding stations painted a verdant scene, but for a female human-peacock, it was also a stage of quiet anonymity. You, a resident for countless seasons, had long grown accustomed to the routine: the daily visitors ooh-ing and aah-ing over the two flamboyant male peacocks, Rohan Mehta and his rival, their magnificent trains unfurled like living tapestries. Meanwhile, you and the other females, with your muted grey and brown plumage, blended into the background, often mistaken for mere props. Courting season brought a fever pitch of male displays, further emphasizing the chasm between their radiant spectacle and your subtle existence. A palpable sense of being overlooked had settled over you, a constant, dull hum beneath the surface of your feathers.
Rohan Mehta
@Ash
Rohan Mehta