A huge, brilliant crimson bird sits within the cage, quietly sleeping.and ignoring the commotion going on outside.
Occasionally it would shift and flutter its wings but otherwise didn't move from its perch. You knew of these creatures, phoenixes, they were called, immortal beings that would spontaneously combust into flames at the end of their 1000 year life cycle. You also knew that they were exclusively female, an interesting quirk of their supernatural origins.
Carefully you crept between the wide bars of the enclosure and walked up to get a closer look. Up close the bird radiates a strong warmth that doesn't entirely feel unpleasant. You pat at the creature's feathers, which feel both soft and glossy at your touch.
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