The Birdverse is not somewhere you go.
It’s something you end up in.

It happens when you stop trying to understand everything.
When you look at things without expecting answers.
When you accept that most moments don’t need a conclusion.

Bird didn’t build this universe.
Bird didn’t plan it either.
It was already there.

A collection of small scenes.
Daily gestures.
Thoughts that appear and disappear before they fully make sense.

In the Birdverse, nothing important seems to happen.
And yet, everything does.

Bird watches people rushing.
Bird watches silence.
Bird watches repetition, mistakes, habits, pauses.

Sometimes it’s funny.
Sometimes it’s uncomfortable.
Most of the time, it’s just familiar.

Bird doesn’t explain what any of this means.
Bird doesn’t need to.

The Birdverse doesn’t ask for attention.
It doesn’t ask for interpretation.
It simply exists.

Like Bird.

Just a bird.
Observing the world.