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Whispers of Wings — Dawn Arrival of the Red-crowned Cranes

Before the morning fully remembers its light, only white breath marks the passing of time. From the far sky, presence arrives before form— a pale shape descending without sound, without weight, like falling light. In the frozen air, I quiet my pulse, hold my breath, and follow a single moving trace. All for the moment when wings meet snow. Sarorun Kamuy — the spirit of the marsh — returns without proclamation, without pride, only grace. Distance becomes reverence. Remoteness becomes beauty. One hundred years since their rediscovery here— a sky protected, a lineage continued, a ritual of flight renewed at every dawn. Upon the winter field, wings write their silent prayer. And I remain— still, grateful, watching the morning arrive.