“Give me the heart.”
Those were not human words. Those did not seem human words. It was rather a noise of wood, squeaking and rubbing and debarking, which by pure chance had sounds similar to words.
“The Egg is broken. Give me the heart.”
The King lifted the sword instead.
“I’ll destroy the Egg and fly. On the Spiral I’ll fly.”
The Cuckoo is not a cuckoo. It’s only a mask.
The Cuckoo infests time, where he lays his parasitic egg. Like all the characters in the story, its mask changes, adapting to the environment, but not only: the Cuckoo shapes its environment, transforming it into a nest where it can be born and prosper.
Of course, those who are involved in its life cycle do not live happily and forever.
They don’t really live.
The Cuckoo is very long-lived, another reason why it is called this way – an ancient Italian folk belief believes that the cuckoo is a bird that lives for centuries.
But, perhaps, that of the Cuckoo is not longevity…
The Cuckoo, when it has run out of masks to wear, finds a guest from whom to steal his, to wear it and live a safe life, waiting for the moment of hatching..
Its mortal enemy is the Woman of Poggio, the only one immune to his power, capable therefore of recognizing him despite all his tricks and deceptions.