鶴 pt. 2

Those same lost, soulless birds have found their way. Clinging to their perches upon high for one to see, there they waited in hopes of rebirth. Scattered rays of light from afar groped their way towards the silhouettes and along those avian bodies and folded edges. And for a moment, that brief moment when time stood still and the display was absorbed, something unexplainable stirred within, and accumulated to create the hint of a single tear.