"When I set for the last time, decrepit and old beyond all that you can reckon, I was carried to this island. I am not so old now as I was then. Every morning a bird brings me a fire-berry from the valleys of the Sun, and each fire-berry takes away a little of my age. And when I have become as young as a child that was born yesterday, then I shall take my rising again..." (C.S. Lewis - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) A bright morning blend for Ramandu, the star at rest on the island at the beginning of the end of the world.
"Then something seemed to be flying at them out of the very center of the rising sun: but of course one couldn't look steadily in that direction to make sure. But presently the air became full of voices--voices which took up the same song that the lady and her father were singing... They were birds, large and white, and they came by hundreds and thousands and alighted on everything. ...Lucy saw one bird fly to the Old Man with something in its beak that looked like a little fruit, unless it was a little live coal, which it might have been, for it was too bright to look at." (C.S. Lewis - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader)