#01.001 And the flares were alive

I wake up like any other day - fatigued and exhausted. As I yawn inhaling the fresh air, I realize that there is a decrease in temperature. I cannot see my room until pandiculation is over. I rub my eyes and take a look at the room. I discover that the intensity of flames has lowered and hypogeum has shattered. I crawl towards the manifested cavity. It is an ellipsoidal cavity just like a big, very big chicken egg. Its crimson walls are as smooth as glass. "Who has constructed this scintillating cavity?", I think. I shiver while extending my hand into the cavity. Suddenly, I hear a melodious chirping.

I turn and see the most marvelous creature I've ever encountered. A bird, with a crown of fire! It has brown legs. Its chest is yellow with orange line bordering it. The back is crimson red extending into orange wings terminating into golden yellow feathers. Its tail, like its head, is aflame. It has charcoal eyes. I can clearly see my reflection in them. It seems I am looking into its soul, perhaps I'm looking into my own.