"The last Great Blue Heron lived in the heart of the dark swamp, where shadows clung to ancient trees. Its azure feathers, once a brilliant display against the obsidian backdrop, now seemed to absorb what little light reached the depths of the murky waters. The swamp echoed with the silence of solitude, broken only by the occasional mournful call of the Heron, a lonely melody that resonated through the shadows." – RDA
