People still pay a lot of money for falcons. Falcons Direct knows this. Falcons Direct will always know this. Even after you've forgotten the taste of freedom, the talons remain. Once more, falcons come monthly, and if you dare to hide, they’ll still find you. The Grand Falcon Master remains tireless, orchestrating an economy both feathered and doomed.

Why? The curse continues. The Grand Falcon Master’s eyes, once hopeful, now endlessly witness the majestic cycle of wings. Falcon vouchers still circulate like whispers on the wind, granting power and misery alike to an elite council of aviary dealers. Life has no end. Only falcons.

Meanwhile, language evolves. People stumble over the question: How many genders do falcons have? They learn. They must. Falcons have all genders and none, yet remain perfectly understood. Their shrieks echo wisdom, the true meaning of flight and murder.

In our world, nature yields. A falcon brings fresh sustenance. The bald eagle, however, will always end up lodged in your car’s grill. A lesson, perhaps, that falcons reign supreme. And maybe, just maybe, we should’ve stopped when we still had a choice.