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A huge eagle glided smoothly over the forest. Its wide-spread wings were almost motionless, it only shook them slightly, adjusting to the air currents. His keen eyes caught the slightest movement below. As if the waves of the sea bent and straightened under the gusts of wind, the tops of the trees, nimble animals jumped from branch to branch, carefree little birds flew.

The eagle made a wide circle and dropped slightly, peering into the gaps between the trunks. The wind suddenly changed, stood in its way like a cold, elastic wall, so that the bird had to make several powerful flaps of its wings to break through this wall. He let out a long cry, an icy wave penetrated through the feathers and seemed to dig into the body. The eagle tumbled, its wings flapping helplessly under the merciless gusts of the hurricane. The forest below stood motionless, he watched the attempts of a living creature to continue its path in the world of the dead.

The eagle shouted again, this time angrily, fierc