A single feather of rainbow hues was the inspiration. The Great Zog of Manus Wu gazed down at it and decided it was a sign. The time of the gathering of the avians was almost nigh. Of course it could have been because he was molting, but what would be poetic or prophetic about that? And the Great Zog was convinced he was a prophet, a wielder of magic. He decided they would come here. And he would announce their arrival. Birds...