This large white paper tree hides seven small white birds among its branches, so close in colour to the leaves that they are easy to miss. After moving to Singapore, I noticed one tree filling with birds every evening. They crowded together, played, and each found its own small space. I felt a bit like them, longing for a place to rest and belong. Yet when space is scarce and everyone is searching, it can become hard to breathe. This work speaks of our longing for shelter, belonging, and a little space of our own.