Raven•.
As the night pools over the lands like a sea of darkness, and as the silent whistle of the wind gently moves the grass like abyssal algae, on a lonely tree, white and ominous like a dead coral, stands a lone raven, completely silent and watching with it’s tiny glowing eye, the eye of a being who has seen too much. And that’s an hommage to TheCrow0-o, a really nice guy, that is also a very good friend.
Apr 20, 2026, 14:46
