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"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest

Each feather in its tail is a souvenir of an exotic land, a memory condensed in hue.

Long ago, birds of paradise littered the skies. Thanks to the city's sprawl, most now exist as pets of society's elite.

A single vivid feather fetches a royal price—but who, having seen these magnificent creations of Nature, would settle for a feather?

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur Forest

Long ago, birds of paradise littered the skies. Thanks to the city's sprawl, most now exist as pets of society's elite.

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur Forest

"The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world."
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest