A small, carefully folded paper crane, one wing worn and torn. At the edge, only part of a name remains: "...r…
A small, carefully folded paper crane, one wing worn and torn. At the edge, only part of a name remains: "...ron"
Unfolding it reveals a child's heartfelt question: "Master Raven, when can I journey beyond the mountains? Do the people out there also craft mechanisms?"
Beneath it, an annotation in flowing cursive replies: "When you are older, we shall go see for ourselves. If they possess such skills, will you seek their guidance? If they do not, will you share your knowledge with them?"