((Against the azure sky, the white crow seemed the definition of serenity and elegance. Its body shines a beautiful rainbow under the brightness, as if embracing the heavens themselves. It flies with celestial fluidity, as if dancing among the clouds.))

The bird soon perched on a tree, gazing into the horizons with such ethereal beauty…

…before it flew into your house, and fled after stealing a silver spoon again…

…Birds really like shiny things, no matter how majestic they might look…