He sat atop his hill.
Waiting.
It will come soon, he reminded himself.
Surely enough, a spec of dust appeared in the sky.
Growing larger until the gracious white swan was now seen diving towards.
Her magnificent perfect wings glided her into his vision.
Whispers of words like "harmony" and "meaning" came from the sky in her presence.
The children of the park laughed in joy at this sight.
The flowers became saturated with color and grew greater in size.
The sun shined brighter as the friendly showers formed panoramic rainbows.
The swan cinematically began to slow down and find the best spot for her landing.
The man stood up, inched closer.
Laid his hands upon the undersides of her wings.
Gently, as scaring her off would be the least desirable outcome.
He stared into her eyes, pure light returned back.
He brought her closer to his face.
His mouth opened wide in awe.
He held the swan,
and stuffed her head into his mouth.
The bird squawked and struggled until he sunk his teeth into her feathery white neck.
Bird blood gushing down his throat, he chewed and grinded the gooey brains and crunchy skull.
The eyes popped, the beak crumbled, and scraped his tongue as he swallowed the bits.
He took bites of the bird's body, the bird's heart splattering purple blood over his face.
Each spine piece a Toblerone bite, each squishy gut a mess of his slimy delicacy.
He engulfed the feathers one by one, and licked his fingers clear of any blood, crumb, or feather leaflet remaining.
The flowers fell.
The sun dimmed.
The clouds tightened.
The children stared in confusion and conflict.
The man was pleased.
Now he would possess the power to enlighten all others.
Upon his presence, everyone would look in awe at him.
What a lovely reality to imagine.
