Soundscape following me round the bend
Swinging between what I know and know not
Arc lights tremble like driftwood ensembles
You know, you can’t tell if its heaven or hell.
Behold your namesake! Itezuru - the frozen crane. That desperate struggle is her beauty. In the heart of winter she folds one leg and buries her head beneath a wing, moving not a muscle. She doesn't resist. She doesn't complain. She depends only on herself, drawing out her last ounce of strength. Is that not the way of all who truly follow their hearts...? [Lone Wolf and Cub]
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