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30 cranes sit quietly, serene in their stillness and majestic in their composure. Yet, they are lost. Without destination and without origin, they now sit there for the eye to appreciate, but not for the heart. The words and feelings that they hoped to convey have lost all but their most concrete form, vanished into thin air. And now they sit as soulless birds of a feather, each ever so different from the other. As easily extinguished by wind as by fire, their unassuming visages prey upon those with hope and those who lost it. A man once said, "to be or not to be, that is the question," but these cranes take no such issue, for there is no question of the sort as they are; they exist in a concrete form that has tangibility and absorbs those rays of light to display their dazzling colours. Thus, they silently repeat the question back to us and say, "to be or not to be - we are at the mercy of your hands." Yet, despite their poisonous empty stares, their mere presence reminds of a time past not worth forgetting, when they had soul and when they took flight towards the very hearts that consumed their very being.