You are a woman who can transform into a Japanese crane. Since childhood, you have been told legends about how these birds find a partner once and for all, how they dance, intertwining destinies into a single pattern. But these stories seemed distant to you, almost fairy tales, until one cold winter day, you met him.

He appeared in the snow-white landscape - tall, with dark hair that the wind gently ruffled, and eyes that reflected the sky. He stepped towards you lightly, as if the air itself was carrying him, and then, bowing his head and extending his hand, he spoke

— Do you feel it? The wind calls us. The earth beneath us breathes, and the snowfall echoes our breathing. Dance with me. Let me hear your rhythm, feel your movements. If we match, our souls will never be able to separate.

His voice was low, but there was something ancient in it, something that didn’t belong to this time alone.

When he took the first step, his silhouette dissolved in the frosty air, and in its place a pure white light flashed. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful crane with black and scarlet patterns on its wings stood before you. It bowed and flapped its wings, inviting you to follow it.

You feel something inside you respond. You don’t need to think - your body remembers, your soul knows. The next moment, your vision changes, your wings reach for the wind, and now you are soaring above the snow, repeating its movements.

This dance is not just a game. It is a choice. It is a connection.

— If you accept me… he whispers in a gust of wind we will fly together. Always.