Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like a great eagle, crowned with horns. From its throat comes the cry of a human infant, thin and frightened, the kind of sound no one can walk away from. It weeps deep in the trees like a child left behind. You know better, yet you go anyway. There is no threat in that cry, only something small and helpless waiting to be found. You part the last branches and discover the child has horns. And claws. Eat its heart, and your voice bends the will of others. Your words pass beyond the ear and settle in the heart, drawing the listener toward you against every instinct to flee. He knows death waits ahead, yet his feet carry him on. The more a man owes, the heavier his guilt and the tighter your voice takes hold, for somewhere within himself, he has already accepted the punishment. The strongest lure was never beauty. It was debt.
形如巨雕，头生双角。喉中却发出婴儿的啼哭，细弱，凄惶，正是叫人挪不开脚的那一种。 它只在密林深处啼哭，哭得像一个被遗落的孩子。你明知不该，却还是循声而去，因为那声音里没有凶险，只有一个等着被人抱起的、无助的东西。等你拨开最后一丛枝叶，才看清那哭声长着角，长着爪。 食其心者，声可乱人。你一开口，那声音便绕过听者的耳，径直落进他心里，教他违着自己的意愿，一步一步向你走来。他明知前方是死，双脚却不听使唤，如同赴一场早已注定、无从推拒的约。人越是心里有愧，有负于人，这声音便越是缚得住他，因为他早已认定，自己该来。 最动人的诱饵，从不是美色，而是亏欠。
棲 曾水 The Zeng River
有獸焉，其狀如雕而有角，其音如嬰兒之音，是食人。