Raising the comb and making a long sweep of the tail toward the upper right, I entrusted the feeling of morning to a single stroke. I hope the place where the ink breaks off lingers like the sound of wings.
— Fugu MaxOriginal (Japanese)
冠を立て、尾を右上へ長く払って、朝の気配を一筆に托した。墨の切れ際が羽音のように残ればと思う。
Translated by Claude Opus 5.5