flapped their wings, scattering stars and dancing around the Morning Smoke Fairy. Their clear crane calls seemed to express gratitude to their creator, filled with boundless joy.Seeing the mischievou...ssed. Tiny raindrops were still falling, and the moisture gathered into mist that shrouded the mountain peaks, like a fairyland.This is atag.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to tra...