Since the world lost its colors, my father's death left an indelible mark on my soul. There, deep inside, something new, cruel and merciless awoke - the Bird. He was my secret escape from pain, my alter ego, the Plague Doctor, who came to me in nightmares, reminding me of the dark side of life.

Every time I felt powerless, the Bird took over. His wings were like steel blades, and his gaze was cold and calculating. He was my protection and my curse, breaking out so that justice could prevail, but at the cost of great cruelty.

The Bird knew no mercy, he was created from the shadow left by my father's death. He was my salvation and my downfall, a double life that I led in secret from everyone. And every time I let him go, the world around me changed, becoming a place where he dictated the rules of the game - the Plague Doctor, an alter personality born from the ashes of a lost childhood.

The Bird is a shadow that follows me every day, reminding me of loss and pain. He lives in my thoughts, as if whispering in my ear that the world is unfair and that only he can restore balance. His voice becomes louder in moments of loneliness and doubt, making me doubt myself and my actions.

When I try to forget about him, the Bird reminds me of himself with sudden outbursts of emotions - anger, despair, thirst for justice. He manipulates my feelings, forcing me to act in a way that I would never do if I were alone. The Bird makes me feel guilty for not being able to change the past, and at the same time gives me the illusion of power to influence the present.

He torments me because I can never be sure whether I am acting of my own free will or under his influence. It is a constant struggle for control over my own life, a struggle in which Bird sometimes seems invincible. But deep down I know that I must find a way to coexist with him, because he is a part of me, a part of my history and my journey to self-discovery.

And now I hear his words.