This is a Story of Sorts. I Wrote This Story in 4 Minutes. It is Gibberish, and I'm Happy With It

A dead bird tied to a red balloon floated up over the treetops. It's eyes had been replaced with small diamonds, with which it could see everything. It floated higher and higher, watching over all the people scurrying below. The dead bird breathed a heavy sigh and the world lit on fire. Nobody panicked. Everyone just danced in mellow circles and enjoyed the feeling of ash falling and settling on their faces. The dead bird smiled, and the people became butterflies and foxes. The flames became thousands of small floating lanterns. The foxes and butterflies hid beneath tattered umbrellas and the bird saw all. The bird had seen what it was meant to see, and was happy. The balloon popped, and the bird fell back to earth. As it fell, a chimney sprouted from the ground and the bird fell in. The bird fell down the chimney for a long time, until it landed in an enormous rickety house below the earth. The house was lit with candles, and the ghosts of birds who dance a circular creaky dance beneath the underground half lit rafters. The ghosts of birds welcomed the dead bird to their tired old home and the bird was happy. The dead bird still lives there, keeping the candles lit for anyone else who may find their way down there.