Jet-black crows meet the dirt silver fox

The crows make circles around the branches of the camphor tree, as if they moved on one of the orbits of the starry necklace; captured by the gravity of its shine. Ama sleeps calmly, not sensing anything beyond the dreams that dream her. The branch of the camphor tree shakes gently when the crows land fluttering their wings. They’re getting closer to the golden aim. Unaware of anything, the necklace willingly pronounces the syllables of the sudden quivers. And as for the crows, they hop from one leg to the other, moving forward and backwards. It seems to be a mysterious ritual, heading for the final seizure. Then, they nudge the necklace with their beaks, so it rocks as if the boat on the stormy waves, more and more chaotically. ‘The fruit’ succumbs to the beaks of the crows, as their movement intensifies and grows in power.

Unexpectedly, the space of the ritual is disturbed by an annoying sound. It breaks into, as if an intruder who symbolically scratches the beaks with the claws that right now drill the crevices in ‘Mu-san’s bark.

“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaa.” One of the jet-black crows makes a sound of discontentment, tilting its little head. “One of kitsune kind roams over here.” The crows flutter their wings and withdraw. A slender shape, with dirt silver coat, shines warningly. Its reflection spreads out in the pupils of the crows, meaning a threat of being played a trick on. Lingering flutter of the wings finally wakes Ama up. Two crows get away. Ama grabs the necklace bobbing up and down, but unfortunately drops it to the ground. It slowly soars down, bouncing off the branches. Ama sees only the shadow of the necklace when it finally touches the ground. All of a sudden, another shadow appears – slender, moving fast. It lowers its head and catches the necklace with its mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” Ama recognizes the familiar shadow of the magical fox. “Please, get the necklace back!” she shouts from above, fazed by the unfolding of events. However, the beast disappears into the brightness of the day, somewhere in the deep grass.