Three years. It has only been three years, yet it feels like longer. It always does, I suppose, dying. I'm not dead, mind. I can't be, as I never really was alive. I was merely a dream, a puppet, a mask. Merely a dream to be discarded.
Parrots are absolutely terrifying. No creature that angry should come with weapons attached. Look up wild cockatoo gangs in Australia if you wanna see some destruction.