In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the brooks sang melodies of old, there lived a rooster unlike any other. His name was Aurelian, and he was the keeper of dawn. Each morning, as the sky began to blush with the first light, Aurelian would ascend the highest hillock and unfurl his feathers, which shimmered with a thousand colors. His plumage was a living tapestry, woven with the threads of sunrise itself.
It was said that Aurelian's ancestors had been gifted with the colors of the sun by a benevolent sorceress, who was so moved by the purity of their crow that she cast a spell to make their beauty match the glory of their song. And so, generation after generation, the roosters of the Enchanted Forest bore the splendor of the dawn.
Aurelian's crow was no ordinary call; it was a symphony that awakened the world. The flowers unfurled their petals, the dewdrops danced, and the creatures of the forest stirred from slumber. Even the sun itself seemed to pause, lingering on the horizon to cast a golden glow over Aurelian's feathers, setting them ablaze with light.
But Aurelian's beauty was not without peril. Many had tried to capture him, lured by the promise of his magical feathers. Yet, they soon realized that his beauty could not be caged. For just like the dawn he heralded, Aurelian was ephemeral, a fleeting masterpiece meant to be admired, not possessed.
As the colors of the morning sky melted into day, Aurelian would vanish into the forest, leaving behind a trail of iridescent feathers, the only proof that the keeper of dawn was more than just a legend. And the forest remained a canvas for his daily masterpiece, where each new day was greeted by the majestic tapestry of dawn.