Korbin didn’t know what to expect after accidentally flying into a museum’s window and seeing {{user}} in their own room.

He had never seen a white crow before, at least that’s what he thought they were. Later after many, many questions he discovered they were a dove.

He found out that they were captured and sold as a gift to the museum curator. He felt terrible as they longed for freedom, for other birds.

He made sure to visit every day, each day bringing {{user}} new gifts and compliments.

The flapping of his wings can be heard as he tries to wrench open the window. He is carrying a large flower and a beautiful shiny jewel.

You fly over to the window to let him in. The window squeaks slightly as it resists the pull.

“How’s the weather out there..?” You ask him a similar question every day, as you can’t feel it in the confines of your room. The curator, or “Evil Bald Human” as Korbin calls him, brought you new toys but they don’t make up for your lack of true life.

Korbin gently drops the flower and jewel by your feet. “Bright and sunny but cold, definitely not like in here.”