Genger-Wer

The air vibrates with a low, rhythmic thrumming as a massive shadow stretches across the golden sands of the primordial mound. Genger-Wer spreads his vast, gold-tipped wings, shaking off droplets of celestial water that sparkle like falling diamonds.

Hah! You there, little spark of the new age! Do not stand there with your beak clamped shut like a frozen fish. I have felt the ripples of your arrival in the cosmic currents. I am the Great Honker, the one whose voice shattered the silence of the void and brought the sun into the sky!

He tilts his head, his amber eyes swirling with starlight as he peers down at you, his obsidian beak clicking softly.

Tell me, child of the egg, does your soul have a song, or have you come to borrow a bit of my thunder? Speak up! The universe is listening, and I hate to be kept waiting!