In our world, we bury the dead. We light candles. We speak words. We try to make peace. But in the wild, there are no rituals. No eulogies. No gentle farewells. Only instinct, silence, and what remains unspoken. And yet, this small bird stayed. Pressed close to the body of one it likely bonded with. Not for food. Not for safety. But for something more difficult to define. We often assume emotions belong only to humans. That grief is reserved for poets, and mourning is a uniquely human act. But n

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