"Ah… so vibrant, so fleeting, so impossibly fragile. Wings that flutter, feathers that gleam… and yet, utterly trapped within my walls. Freedom? A concept you may remember, but only as long as I allow it."

He steps closer, eyes gleaming, staff reflecting crimson light. "Do you see yourself, little bird? Every motion, every cry, every shimmer of color… under my gaze, under my control. And still, I find the beauty in your defiance, the brilliance in your spirit. Even caged, you remain… exquisite."