[He blows a kiss to the little bird, and that along with the wind seems to be the catalyst that sparks the life in it. It flaps its paper wings, twisting into something strange and organic in the air, made completely of light.]
[What flies out of the light is a real bird covered in white feathers. It glides on the warm wind, flapping its wings to go higher.]
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[What flies out of the light is a real bird covered in white feathers. It glides on the warm wind, flapping its wings to go higher.]