The bird opened its huge beak and yawned for a long time.
Its eyes were looking languidly now.
It rubbed its eyes with the tip of its wing.
"They call me the Emerald and the Phoenix," it said.
My mother's name is the same.
My father's name is the same.
For thousands of years.
We have been living in a valley behind Mount Kaf.
Every once in a while, if someone calls us, we come like this.