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Panel 1
Cora stands before a small mound of dirt under a tree, having just buried a crow.
CORA: I'm sorry about what they did to you.
Panel 2
Cora holds a small shovel, looking down at the grave.
CORA: At least I can give you a proper burial.
Panel 3
Close-up of Cora's melancholy face.
CORA: I used to wish I really were a crow princess.
CORA: But, I guess even crows end up dead.
CORA: Some days, I wouldn't mind not living anymore.
Panel 4
Cora looks up at flying crows.
CORA: Anything to get away from here.
Panel 5
Cora gazes wistfully at a crow in flight.
CORA: I wonder.
CORA: If I had wings, do you think I could fly?
CORA: Could I leave this place and find a home, family, real friends?
Panel 6
Cora looks startled. A mysterious voice speaks.
VOICE: If you made a pair of wings, you might.
CORA: Who's there?
