““Eric Fortrell lived a perfectly unremarkable life until he happened to have a very extraordinary dream. It wasn’t that it was an especially meaningful dream. In fact, he could remember nothing about the dream except that there was something about a bird, and even that vague detail was so far lost to his waking mind that only the word itself remained. “Bird.” It was not any particular kind of bird, no bird of any particular color or size. It was nothing””
