ALAS! Wings Take Flight Against the Nero Sangue

🖋️ Letter from the Editor
As published in The Daily Tremor, Vol. XXIX

Dearest Gentle Reader,

There’s a peculiar flutter in the wind tonight.

Whispers slip along rain-soaked rooftops, hitch a ride on telephone wires, and weave through the murmurs of shadowed alleyways— reports of increased activity in the enigmatic Avian Intelligence Unit.

These aren’t your garden-variety pigeons, parrots, or cockatoos.

These are trained field operatives—eyes sharp enough to read your thoughts, wings silent enough to cross borders unseen, and beaks perfectly timed to drop a classified word at exactly the right moment.

If you’ve heard one speak and thought it mere mimicry… think again.

Their adversary? A shadowy mob known collectively as the NERO SANGUE.

Their reach? From cracked city pavements to the stillness beneath lemon grove canopies.

Their weapons? Timing.  Steely patience.  And the unyielding law of action and consequence.

Officially, the Avian Intelligence Unit (AIU) keeps tight beaks on operatives’ personal affairs.

Unofficially, however… certain sightings of Agents Percy and Mango in close flying formation have caused considerable flapping among our sources. Partners in crime-fighting? Or something more?

We won’t say. We won’t deny.

Leaf through the linked case files we have procured by excellent journalistic tactics, and glimpse what our sources insist is Percy’s squad in the field—

— an echo placed with surgical precision, a mask slipped for just a heartbeat, and a seed of truth sown in exactly the right ear.

And sometimes, Dearest Reader, you’ll never even know they were there—only that the balance tipped, very quietly, in your favour.

Our informants insist Percy’s in rare spirits, and smuggled footage—surely lifted from the Elusive Author’s own archives—suggests the diamonds aren’t the only things shining bright tonight. More on that below.

One thing is sure: This is no lone-winged mission.

Karma takes flight on feathered wings—and trust us, this network never sleeps.

Do watch the skies, dear reader, keep your feathers unruffled, your secrets well-hidden, and your eyes open — because in this game, even the smallest whisper carries on the wind.

Let feathers fly, and truth take wing… and remember, perhaps someone, somewhere, is already listening…

—The Editor-in-Chief
(Restricted Avian Reporting & Grimoire Containment Division)

KARAOKE CONFESSIONS

Prescribed Listening

“YES! WOBBLE! I tried this shine. Turns out I was no diamond —

“No diamond — cubic zirconia at best.”

Rihanna, my queen, do forgive me.

When I reincarnate, I’d like to come back

as the rhinestone on your microphone, just to bask in your brilliance.

Nothing shines bright as you. This song … it’s celestial!!”