The White Crane Mountains
Snowflakes shimmered in the moon light, feathering upon the White Crane Mountains, yet they never touched the ground. The legendary white crane intercepted them to keep its feathers heavenly white—a curse the White Crane villagers whispered to one another for generations. The snow brought the bone-chilling air that split their lips and cracked their hard-working heels but not the moister the villagers desperately needed. The dry season lasted until April. Then it came the Plum Rain in May—as if the spell was broken, heavens broke with it too.
