One fine day, with dawn's crack I was ambling through the engrossing flora enclosing my cabin in the woods. I descried this exotic warbler of which I never took a glimpse before in my last decade long stationing as of then. I caught up with a prose to evince it and expeditiously teetered over the brink to perceptive narrative. After the long span of completion, I strode out to behold that everything I etched about it annihilated into concrete jungle.Moreover, the misfortune lies in it being immured in the shackles of the hideous.

- yugibird