After My Daughter's Feathers Were Torn Out, I Burned the Realms

For thirty thousand years I guarded the River of Oblivion, and at last my daughter's soul came to me. She was dressed as a married woman, her eyes hollow and empty, shuffling forward a step at a time as though she could see nothing at all. Behind her she was drenched in blood, and even her tail feathers were nowhere to be seen. My breath caught. I turned the Mirror of Reincarnation, and saw the last image before her death.