It was said that he was wise.

It was said that the knowledge of the ages resided in the coded etchings of his plumage, and that with his wide unblinking eyes he could peer past the veils of The Darkness to visit The Past, watch The Present and foresee The Future.

It was said he could tell anyone whatever they wished to know, tell them whatever they asked of him.

It was never told that his knowledge was from their own eyes, from their own thoughts.

From their own souls.

For who indeed really knows?

Who, indeed.