The next morning Jude wakes up. As Jude stirred from his slumber, his senses gradually awakening to the new day, he couldn't help but notice the absence of the familiar melody that had greeted him each morning, the singing of the black birds. Frowning in confusion, he wondered if they had yet to return from their nocturnal roosts.
Lost in thought, Jude's contemplation was interrupted by a sudden burst of melodic trills, the unmistakable sound of the black birds' song filling the air. Startled, he looked up, his gaze drawn to the canopy of trees where the birds perched, their glossy feathers catching the first light of dawn.
