They say the Rooster was born from a spark that leapt from the first sunrise. While the world celebrated the light, he was the only one who promised to never forget it.
So he watches the dark. He listens to the silence. And just before the world begins to stir, he lifts his head and sings—not to chase away night, but to welcome the return of hope.
He is the keeper of time, the guardian of rhythm.
He teaches us that even the smallest voice can carry the power to begin again.
When all seems lost, listen for him—
For the flame never sleeps,
And the Rooster never forgets the sun.
We call him Tláwa — The One Who Reminds the Sky to Rise.
