"You have come," The time silver bird said without opening its mouth.
As Ethan stood before the time silver bird, he could sense a shift in the air, and a gentle voice resonated within his mind. It was a voice that carried the weight of wisdom and experience yet spoke with a calm and soothing tone, reminiscent of a caring grandmother.
The voice of the time silver bird reverberated through Ethan's thoughts, imparting a sense of ancient knowledge and caution. It spoke with a measured cadence, each word carefully chosen and delivered with a sense of deep understanding.
The voice echoed with a hint of wariness as if the time silver bird had encountered countless beings seeking its powers before. It conveyed a sense of vigilance, as though the creature was cautious about granting access to its time-altering abilities.
"Wassup," Ethan said. "Telepathy, huh? Why am I not surprised? Anyway, why did you let me in here?"